Oh Karla.. this is beautiful. the smooth rhymes are music to my ears. And I love the 'kite' part the most :) haha..

amazing.

Way to go with form . Beautiful Karla

Your pen is beauty, your thoughts love and tenderness. Excellent dear lady

You're really bestowed naturally with this exuberating art of yours. You capture feelings and portray them with affectionate words that paints beautiful sceneries better than the doctor that prescribes drugs. This piece gives a nostalgia feeling, mind blowing descriptions with a colorful imagery. Wonderful, bless you dear. :).

Karla my lovely this is such a beautiful poem.

I think the rhyming is so great, it flows so naturally, it does not look forced or that you were trying hard to make it flow. That is talent right there.

The images are immaculate.

Her quiet dreams are my only sight
when death calls me dressed in white
and I don't know when I should run.
She carries me.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
This reminds me of a dream that people can have. My mother always told me about dreams and their meanings. The idea that someone is dressed in white in your dream kind of freaks me out considering my mother told me it would relate to death. Usually if they were in a Wedding dress.

Fantastic poem hun, loved every bit of it!!!

x

This is surely one of the best friendship poem i came across. Loved everything about it.

all the best and take care

Lovely poem and a wonderful work done on the form.

//I am outside myself in another flight,
soaring high in her hands like a kite,
counting shooting stars one by one
riding Mother Moon and even the Sun,
as our story we retrace and rewrite.
She carries me.
// wowww delicate and captivating imagery :) the underlying meaning of the poem is even more beautiful. :)