winged spirit whispers
into the dryad of the woodlands
Infinitudes Of Love…
God of shepherd's flock
Pastures caress the scented fields
Over the Saturn rings and moons
As the nymphs dance nakedly
Within our sensual desires
Casting magical spells of lust
Upon the musky garden pleasures
Where all desirous thoughts are kissing
Under the cosmic infinitudes of love…
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
-gene.
Be always safe,
Karen
John
Namaste
Tony
Beautiful!
Christine