You can take the bark off of a tree
You can unearth a bone
You can listen to a human heart
You can use a chisel to split a stone
The paper's only white if it's been bleached
The pink depends on rue
I'm glad the pen's your tool of choice
Sorry to harp on you
Transformation is a good title for this #27! You've built it from the ground up in all of its chasteness, Kate...to mature into those sensuous moments it can handle later on...soft white tungsten leaving no harsh glare on your readers...a nice aura of Light...
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
Carole~
and what beautiful art you sculpt
with that chisel, pen & harp!
Cryssa
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
You can unearth a bone
You can listen to a human heart
You can use a chisel to split a stone
The paper's only white if it's been bleached
The pink depends on rue
I'm glad the pen's your tool of choice
Sorry to harp on you
Patrick
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
I like!
John
Georgexx
Love,
Sage
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