Open doors
13 April 2017

Sniffing free
Immortality
Whistling through
Winds so true
The doors knocking to the beat
Of the prancing feet
Breathing hard
Looking past the shard
On the cheek
Of the meek
Death transcendence April tool
Journey of the fool
Open doors
Nightingales cross floors
Bending cores
Welding shores
The shaking limbs keep me scores
Of the records’ stores
Reading of the poem:

The Song of the Stones – Trobar de Morte
Natural Dance – Trobar de Morte
The Pagan Way – Trobar de Morte
Entrancing
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Thank you Derrick 🙂
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Lovely poem with lovely music
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Thanks Shanti 🙂
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