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Supernatural- original song lyrics and vocals by Lissette @1poeticprincess and Produced by @polisyeats
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Redemption Day cover
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~Moments~
I see lights
like endlessness
encapsulated
it is time
a visual
spectrums turning
winking beautiful eyes
caressed water
blessed ground
softened concrete
rolling into a night
setting into a sunset
twinkling as it goes
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One of my most beloved poems by my most beloved poet
"I do not love you..." BY Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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“Bird” - Pablo Neruda
It was passed from one bird to another, the whole gift of the day. The day went from flute to flute, went dressed in vegetation, in flights which opened a tunnel through the wind would pass to where birds were breaking open the dense blue air - and there, night came in. When I returned from so many journeys, I stayed suspended and green between sun and geography - I saw how wings worked, how perfumes are transmitted by feathery telegraph, and from above I saw the path, the springs and the roof tiles, the fishermen at their trades, the trousers of the foam; I saw it all from my green sky. I had no more alphabet than the swallows in their courses, the tiny, shining water of the small bird on fire which dances out of the pollen.
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“Take the lover who looks at you like you’re some kind of magic.”
— Frida Khalo
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No Goodbye’s- Original music by Polis Yeats and Lissette (@1poeticprincess)
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A night out ❤️
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Efemerate by @1poeticprincess Lissette
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Dawning by @1poeticprincess
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Rainbow Brite Swirls 🌈🌈
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The floors we hold ourselves up with
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