My words,wild and weird,singing,
silent forest ,ocean spirit and shamanic...
Moody, capricious, transient ,ironic,
in the fantasy land ,living ..
Hermetic ideograms,
geometric pentagrams...
Words,delicate features,designing,
subtle abysmal links ,chanting...
Hermetic scriptures,
Italic sculptures ...
My words sometime lying,
always rebels and biting ...
In winter season's house ,
often easy cozy dormouse ...
So silky breath at om ,
serene sunset ,lighting
magic of words to come,
midnight's noon murmuring...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 24th, 2023 03:41
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Comments1
damnn its so beautiful
om shanti flowers on your precious hours !
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