The moon hangs gracefully, suspended above the heat of the day. She burns orange tonight, with the last remnants of the suns fury in the humid day, turned golden and pale.
catwingz speaks so delightedly of you, i had to come check your lj and i find magical breaths of poetry! the language of poetry delights my heart and sometimes the muse moves me though lately words are pre-form in percolating silence, waiting to harvest a long season's cultivation...
adding you, looking forward to your evocative gifts of glimpses :) ~namaste~
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the girl
riding
with the moon
at her back
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and i find magical breaths of poetry!
the language of poetry delights my heart
and sometimes the muse moves me
though lately
words are pre-form in percolating silence,
waiting to harvest a long season's cultivation...
adding you,
looking forward to your evocative gifts of glimpses :)
~namaste~
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