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as whispers turn to echo, and echo turns to breeze
among the unseen Knowles, where they fade into the trees
sanguine is the moment, when glaring the divide
when all the thoughts you have ever known, cease within it's tide
the sculpture of the ridges are like ripples on the mind
there narration is in silence, of the pathways we shall find
travelers in sad lament, healed upon the crystal lake
may your past drowned in harmony, within the confines of this wake
symphonic is the stillness, in a world of wailing toil
when you stand upon the tumors of earth, and breathe the Aspen soil
close your eyes and be summoned, by orchestral beats of the heart
Alpha coves that spew from heavens, from these plains i shall never depart
my soul was left to bask the peaks of perpetual blossom and majesty
and everyday it awaits my return, upon blankets of starlit terrace and shrines
forever in awe by one glimpse and caress, energies eternal abound
asunder and vast , an endless chain, once within pangea as castles in the air
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4 comments:
Excellent work.... conjures with wizardry of word.... a pleasure to trace the tone of forces beneath these words, these visions... solace and tranquility mixed with resonating metaphysics of mystical domains and cryptic encounters..... inspired work here, man ... no orange needed... this lights up the dark.
again... your words strong and vibrant always drawing the reader in... leading the mind to paint such strong visuals.... always a pleasure to read, see and feel your words
I'm thinking that mountains and redrock will spurn the creative flow..good to see you, Devi. You never fail to deliver, hard to add to whats already been said..
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