Fragrance Poetry inspired by Falkar from Bulgari.

I want to be free like. . .
Like the high falcon,
floating over the dark woods
to the azure sky.
Like Cheyenne riding
off into the last sunset
on eternal plains.
Like a Bedouin,
carrying my pride of spice
across seas of sand.
Like the last James Dean,
“A Rebel Without a Cause.”
. . .And a leather jacket.
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That is an amazing poem! I love your choice of words, it comes through perfect 🙂 Take care ❤️
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Thanks Ramyani B-) You’re such an encouragement to my blog!
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Crazy beautiful imagery, Jay Bleu….you had me at….”Like the high falcon, floating over the dark woods to the azure sky. “
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Thanks Navin B-) I bet this can really relate to you. . . being free out in nature. . .
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You’re welcome….and you’re so right, my dear friend….
Spreading my wings to take a flight….looking deep down, where things mostly shine….but when things ain’t alright, then they seem to sleep or they simply die
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Always look for a place to fly
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Beautifully written Jay
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Thanks you so much B-) Hope you’re doing great
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I’m alright, thanks
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Beautiful one..!
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Thanks! Hope you’re doing great!
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Evocative as always my friend 🖤
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Thanks Charmer nice to see you again 😎
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No problem 👍🖤
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This is such a cool piece…debonair flair
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Thanks. I had to look up “debonair’ B-) and yes, I’d agree
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