Kindred spirits unconscious of any existential separation - twine together like the layers of a friendship bracelet, never to unravel or fray, no matter how often they are worn.
Poetry – Kindred Spirits
Kindred spirits unconscious of any existential separation - twine together like the layers of a friendship bracelet, never to unravel or fray, no matter how often they are worn.
Beautiful poem. Beautiful metaphor.
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Thank you ♥♥
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My pleasure 🌹
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What a lovely tribute to friendship
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Thanks Sadje ♥
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You’re welcome 😉
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Beautiful 😊
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Thank you ♥
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You are welcome. 😊
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Such a pure expression of the brotherhood of man! ❤ Beautiful!
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♥♥♥
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So beautiful…Thanks for sharing.
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Glad you liked it!
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What a beautiful poem I love your work!💖
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Ah, thank you!
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♡ It’s wierd; as a boy I know more about girls physiology than they do 🤔 ?
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Awww this really tugged my ❤ strings my dear. I adore and cherish my kindred spirited brothers and sisters. They help me feel apart of and not alone. I know I’m never truly alone❤
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I’m glad it made you feel something so strongly. That makes me feel good ♥
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Well done. I also liked the image that you paired with your poem. Good choices!
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Thank you!
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The poem pierces the heart. The tune reflects of standing togethers by extending our helping hands. 😊
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Thank you! I’m glad it meant something to you ♥
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The poem pierces the heart! The tune reflects of standing together by extending our helping hands😊
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How lovely and heartfelt! ❤️
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Thank you ♥
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Most welcome! 😊
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1 race , 4 colors, twelve tribes….
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