Open Poetry #36 |
A Walk Inside. |
Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Cold winds of autumn hush me, burn within me your bright colours. Lonely clouds race black astride, tempestuous air cooly refreshing. Sinister black trees watch, as in my mind i see eyes, staring deeper into my soul. Keening chill wind does not rouse me from within my secret hiding place mind, staring onward to the distance, while rain flecks the transparent windows of my soul, creating jewel drops for the newly risen sunstream. 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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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Phil, you are a master at setting the tone of a scene! You create atmospheres that are almost palpable! From warm and Light, to cold and Dark ~ and everything in between! Linda |
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