Open Poetry #36 |
Tawny Days To Come. |
Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
My eyes see beauty, my heart beats gently to the fresh pulse of autumn wind. Colours varied, assorted through spectrums remarkable to human sensiblities; prosaic to the natural, beautiful world. stealing to my inner golden throne, entrancing me, invoking waking and vivid night dreams unexampled. Desire for nothing except desirelessness,hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes, want nothing and you will have everything.avatar Meher Baba. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
fresh pulse of autumn wind I feel that wind too good write |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"my heart beats gently to the fresh pulse of autumn wind." ~ because yours is a poetic heart! Happy, soon-to-be-autumn hugs, Linda |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Beautiful piece here Philip. Even though the temps are high still.. there is an autumnal feel in the air. well done! Hugs~Nancy Something tugs at me, I've no doubt of that. |
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