I’m spoken by thou lovely flower,
Miracle of thee wind behind the clouds, Flee with
Peace. “to my nemesis; I speak nor tongue about it”.
Under no presumptions I scream for thou skipping hour.
Impressed? I was not, to care? I shall not, to forgive? I forage!
Shimmering light wandering among your confession.
Seeking for thou guilty beauty, hidden and more fair; “As
Astounding thou petals were, I chose to not to be.”
Neglect by the possession, shall not be my impression.
Carry my light away, to the sky, for no limits reach my mind.
Envy, all careless shimmers of pride for I was blind!
JJ-stache 
6 responses to “‘Impuissance,”
This is absolutely stunning! I love the choice of words! And the cunning way you referred to the title itself… This is so pretty, thank you for writing it❤️
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Thank you so much, K. I’m so glad you liked it once again ☺️❤️
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Nice poem friend….
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Thank you so much, Nabeela 😊☺️🙏🏽
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I agree that the poem is stunning… mysterious but indeed as TheHiddenK said, lovely word choices, the phrases are beautiful, I like that italicized line in the middle, and as usual the title as the start of each line. 👌🙏😍
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THANK YOU, THANK YOU AND THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!❤️❤️🙏🏽 I Always love your feedbacks. They are really helpful ☺️
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