In golden glory
16 August 2017
Rake me vice
From purest device
Northern cap
Fingers wrap
Ice cold times will await me
When I wake again
Taking turns
In kaleidoscope
I am you
I am eye
Everything that flows
Between glares and glows
Hush baby
The gardens are ripe
With your tears
We create
Forests where dragon appears
In golden glory
Reading of the poem:
Through the veil – Diane Arkenstone
Beautifully mediphorically written…
Tis a dreaming kiss,
my lov,
i grant u,
a single wish….
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I guess one should wish to be happy forever. That should include everything else one really needs. Thank you for your kind words.
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Tis a powerful, wish you ask for!
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It is indeed 🙂
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Reblogged this on crjen1958.
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Thank you Chris 🙂
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You’re kindedly welcome…
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