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BRAISING
The first morning was like a pair of birds running away,
a breath in a praise for a salt ocean in front of us
without any rain falling down for a while.
To have the sunlight before a day yesterday I had you.
So quiet, sleeping in your arms in mine, new dream
when mine is the afternoon, running to you.
Braising the thoughts about it,
mine is the night after you breath.
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Welcome back Gabriela,
Another beautiful poem, I want to check with you, your meaning of braising. One's heart could be slowly prepared in the heart of another,. Am I missing something? or were you meaning something else?
braising
: cooking slowly in fat in a closed pot with little moisture
Oh yes, As our poet, would you like to write a welcome poem to Kyna's new baby boy?
Of course not, in a different sense I want to say cooking slowly, I think the love is like that, to cook without any hurry don't?
Gaby
Chirs
simmering, maybe can be a better word don't?
Gaby
Good, braising is a word not used so much in my Australian culture, in the US i don't know. Simmering helps me to understand your intent more easily. But poetry is an area I am wary to correct in case I have missed the point and will feel foolish. So I think it is your choice which is the best wording.
I agree, love does cook slowly and it is well said in the poem. Don't you think so?
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