I see you
through a veil of words
spoken underneath a silvery moon
where
time dances with itself
leaving behind a pearly trail
of majesty
and of magic
creating contexts
of feelings, and of intellect
between two lovers
dancing to tunes of complete
and incomplete
underneath a starry scene
-JEFF FLESCH
Jeff Flesch lives in Corvallis, Oregon, and was voted the 2022 Spillwords Press Author of the Month for January and February. He is also the Author of #1 Amazon New Release Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, is a Co-Author of #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, and is also a monthly contributor to two online publications, MasticadoresIndia and MasticadoresUSA. You can read more of Jeff’s poetry at Develop. Inspire. Transform, and on Twitter.

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What a dreamy scenario
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Thank you so much, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome
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What a lovely poem..and oh, a back to back on both Masticadores India and Usa..well done Jeff👏👏👏
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Mich.
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Gorgeous, Jeff!
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Thank you so much, Barbara!
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You’re welcome!
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This is a most lovely piece Jeff. A beautifully written romantic poem. Blessings to you my friend. Big hugs, Joni
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Thank you always, Joni. Many blessings, and much love to you too, my friend.
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Just love when you wax romantic Jeff, but the silvery moon has a tendency to bring that out of people. Gorgeous poetry and congratulations for being published here too . 🌝
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The moon does bring out that romantic fervor. I agree completely. Thank you always, Karima. 🌹🌹
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Quite romantic… a wonderful piece as always, Jeff.
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Thank you so very much, my friend.
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dreamy imagery with beautiful lines Jeff! ❣️
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Exquisite!
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