I give way to substance the poem that delights the eye, I linger on the full-flavor of moonlight Never will a poem touch the mind in such a way Love flames do not deceive me; (wine pours in endless streams) Like the first suffering, I accept and breathe Don't stop to think, but drink from the sacred cup; the prisms of light, the heavens , the moon, and November's harvest
I know I won't be disappointed whenever I click on your name to read your wonderful poems. You alays amaze me with the wonderments of your choice of words.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
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enjoyed.....Art Sun...
I know I won't be disappointed whenever I click on your name to read your wonderful poems. You alays amaze me with the wonderments of your choice of words.
Wonderful write indeed!!!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
love the feelings here, nice picture as well
trance, and I am still there. Keep 'em coming!! 'Pea' <3