Open Poetry #37 |
On The Wind. |
Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
It was the harps that did it today. Transporting me away backwards in time,across coruscating seas, lush verdant lands. The strings humming me through sound to your ear, your inner mind. Where waves sigh onto lonely beaches, silver afternoon light, ebbing golden ribbons to our feet. We sleep and dream, entangling reveries, absorbing wonders to keep safely locked away in our timeless souls, for days of rain. 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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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
"Where waves sigh onto lonely beaches, silver afternoon light, ebbing golden ribbons to our feet." I love this line, especially. Good writing. Hugs, Ethel |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Ethel Thank you very much for your kind reply...pleased you enjoyed.. Goldenrose. |
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