Jibitoo Dias

This is poem to all the ones that I have loved, some are still in my life and some aren't. There is something comforting about chestnut eyes, the colour of softness, familiarity and gentle eyes. One's that I used to get lost in and when the sunlight illuminates them, its brightness fills my heart with hope.

 

This love twinkles,

in layers of cascading stars that flow down the rivers of the Milky Way,

My tears trickle along crow's feet wrinkles,

soaked in kindness and acceptance

cradled in comfort in the light of day

nursing in the forgiveness of the curves of your smile.

 

There is light in your chestnut eyes

Bright as the galaxies

formed by countless constellations

Flared with resilience and assurance

Your presence will last through light years

collecting experiences that make you wise

Our hearts linked by storylines

further than what our eyes can see.

 

- Swit Marie

0301H 7th June 2019

Hawthorn Manor



Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
When words fail, she allows movement and emotion to carry her through
A believer in making dreams come true, she would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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