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Silver Bells Of SpringA dozen star studded, silver bells. Bound in threads from harp's gold string, Tinkling sweet upon lily petal toes, a chortling cry to voice her merry step. Rattling beads that chime in moon crusted orbs, the cold embrace of sickle spring, A gush of elven, ribbon tongue, threads of water to echo cool in the beck.Silver Bells Of Spring
Stamping joyous, her milkweed heels, curved as the sun upon verdant moss, Merrily, merrily, stamping Winter beneath the earth, to sail swift as sound- To sail away where the sun shall freeze, a willow curve of ice struck milk, across- Four tepid shades, God's thought passages. Dew, sand
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Story Of ColdI can tell a story. Words of winter in all her glory- Gushing white over stiffened moss. Silver sheen of spring time loss.Story Of Cold
I bask in the dawn. This resplendent dawn, withered and tanned- A fold of sun cracked, mahogany bark, the sky is draped in elderflower tongue. Five brazen limbs, nimble fingers that dab honey ovals onto this land, A muffled thrum in a sack of pulse. The ticking heart of winter's young.
I can tell a story. I can tap with precision in these finger tips, or taint a page in script, A crisp, starched square of untouched birch flesh. A hand-held ocean of milk r
by ~Sztorm
The Runaway MermaidTo caress this road of silver strings, a bleeding cry off nimble tongues, The captivation of water threaded song, drawn with a cut from this teal bow. Upon a chest a of pearl blue wood, the pin pricked freckles of mer folk's lungs, Their locket of breath, the shadow of siren song. The Goddess tears that bitter flow.The Runaway Mermaid
Tucked with ease beneath a virgin chin, The fall and rise of a violin. With a spineless sway of scarlet weed, A feather stroke upon a whispered deed.
Her hair spills bright above a sharp, poison face,
Opals and emeralds... rubies that blush. A tangle of sto
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Find Me GreenThrice to sing in this eternity of water, this flurry of song awake on my tongue, Stretched out as a bride's milk ribbon, leaning as glass on this black speculation of stone. Each colourless blade bows over the next, and dry every shard with a band from her lung, A crystal of brine that encrusts ebony pits, a wash of black upon seaweed bone.Find Me Green
I talk into the crinkled skin of this ocean, the unbroken folds of brine, They wail in growth through teal seams, a fierce swelling birthed of ink cut tears. A rush of salt licked water, a thunderous storm that stirs beneath opal shine, Passing in rapids th
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Those Who Live In The Shelter Of The Most High Will Find Rest In The Shadow Of The Almighty
Psalm 91v1
ok...eggs..
I speak with the shells of your eggs
on my tongue
shards of them fragile ..though sharp
"what clever eggs"
you might say when you hear
how they censor my speech and of course
I will act amused and respond
. . .however you choose
for I too am clever
and after a time
I've learned how to censor myself
see...we associate everything with personal stuff. we are egotistical and internalize all...so look around you and figure what role it plays in your daily drama and write.
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Those Who Live In The Shelter Of The Most High Will Find Rest In The Shadow Of The Almighty
Psalm 91v1
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~Slinky Inky Alley Cat~
Those Who Live In The Shelter Of The Most High Will Find Rest In The Shadow Of The Almighty
Psalm 91v1
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Sorry for my english...
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~Slinky Inky Alley Cat~
Those Who Live In The Shelter Of The Most High Will Find Rest In The Shadow Of The Almighty
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~Slinky Inky Alley Cat~
Those Who Live In The Shelter Of The Most High Will Find Rest In The Shadow Of The Almighty
Psalm 91v1
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Jai Guru Deva Om.
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