| Open Poetry #42 |
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Callings |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' !
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Callings Distant evening bells stir the heart and spirit, as sunset hugs the mountaintops for only a moment, (among herds of fine bright clouds) in time-suspension, where tall oaks bind the path to winter wilderness and the rising moon. Search no further… there is nothing so lucid and pure. ---b. e. adams (3/9/08) |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Yippee...time to lasso those clouds! |
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effjayel Senior Member
since 2007-09-30
Posts 1474At the Crossroads of Infinity |
Sounds like them bells are calling me home.... |
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ArtSolstice Member
since 2007-03-18
Posts 498 |
With your permission, Poet, I would like to forward this to friends in SouthEast Asia. I think they would love it as much as I do. Permission to forward? |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Yes, you are right, I hear the calling and I can get lost in this vision and tune. So beautiful. Love. Margherita |
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