I open to the Rose, And find myself, Deep within perfumed folds of pink, Drunk with beauty! I open to the song of the bird, To hear the music of my soul, Singing free! I open to the sky, And find myself floating, Soft and loving as a cloud! I open to beauty and I open to myself, I embrace beauty and know it as myself, I let it in, And let it shine. -Anita Bacha-
Thank you Tanvir! I have used a few metaphors in imagining and ultimately jotting down this piece.
I guess you have fully comprehend the depth of the beautiful words.
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Hi Nitin! Glad to see you back. Thank you for your appreciation of I am Beauty. I make the use of metaphors in my poetry and here when I declare to the rose πΉ that I open to her, it may not necessarily mean that I am opening to a flower. If we stretch our imaginationβthe roseβ may mean a woman to a man or a man to a woman.In poetry, the writer is creative and he/she has a broad, all compassing imagination. For example, one may have eyes to contemplate a rose πΉ but the poet sees the rose πΉ his/her gaze penetrates deep inside the closed petals to capture the essence of beauty.
I love all flowers,
I love the rose too,
They are all my favorites.
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What sublime morphing with nature! My favourite poem today!
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Thank you Jackie ππΉπ
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Beautiful poem..
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Thank you Tanvir! I have used a few metaphors in imagining and ultimately jotting down this piece.
I guess you have fully comprehend the depth of the beautiful words.
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Definitely itβs a masterpiece and marvellously penned by you. Itβs always a treasure to read your beautiful poems.
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You are too kind Tanvir. Thank you for your undeniable and motivating support.ππ₯π
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Beautiful post, is rose yours favorate
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Beautiful post, is rose yours favourite (pure guess πππ)
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Hi Nitin! Glad to see you back. Thank you for your appreciation of I am Beauty. I make the use of metaphors in my poetry and here when I declare to the rose πΉ that I open to her, it may not necessarily mean that I am opening to a flower. If we stretch our imaginationβthe roseβ may mean a woman to a man or a man to a woman.In poetry, the writer is creative and he/she has a broad, all compassing imagination. For example, one may have eyes to contemplate a rose πΉ but the poet sees the rose πΉ his/her gaze penetrates deep inside the closed petals to capture the essence of beauty.
I love all flowers,
I love the rose too,
They are all my favorites.
πΉπ»πΌπΈπΊπ₯ππ₯π
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