loving a writer is only for the strong,
the ones who care to stare
at the sky with you. or at a locked door.
you refuse to open. and this is why
love remains crazy. undefined. unbearable.
irrational. because loving a writer
has no rules. it’s like seeing the
world for the very first time.
from my book of poetry “Love & Vodka”
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I will stare at the sky with you dear friend … your poetry brave and beautiful …💜
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Thank you 😊 your words make my day complete. Bless your spirit.😘❤️️🍒
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So very true!
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Much love for agreeing!! ❤️️
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You are right dear Christina. People who love the words, the road and the freedom to test life. Love is secondary.
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Indeed, and sometimes detrimental.
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I stopped my wild journey years ago. Kids are older now. I still wish to travel to war zones, new countries and leave everything behind. I would love to write the truth. To touch the truth. The yearning of writing . Never ends.
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