Witnesses galore
20 March 2017
Examined
Nose mouth and cheek line
Eyes pristine
Profile fine
Spirit taken out to dine
Embedded in shrine
Breath divine
Nostrils extended
Beyond scent
Head unbent
Rhythmic movements underwent
The dancer seasoned
Mind reasoned
Seven eight and nine
Numbers flared
Eyes that glared
Watching intently downpour
Witnesses galore
Reading of the poem:
Her voice – John Sokoloff
Her Eyes her Soul – John Sokoloff
Alone – John Sokoloff
Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum 
Lovely words – I’ve always wondered why it is OK to poke around an ancient body, rather than leave it in peace.
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Thank you and yes, I agree with you. Sometimes we seem to feel entitled in the sense that the knowledge we must have of something is worth harassing another being in order to get that knowledge and even after the death of that being.
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Yes.
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Beautiful poem with excellent meanings
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Thank you Shanti 🙂
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