Silent Breeze

[sacred_prophet]

'wind whispers through lilac trees, carring their scented breeze, glistening dew on green petals, shines in early dawn light, gone are the last shred of night, lifting away all sorrow, wipe away the tears that stain your face and look upon this morning with joy, a new day for love and an end to dispair.' Rex Dayringer 8/18/05

Comments

whispering flecks of another

[poesravyn]

i must admit it. i absolutely LOVE your style of writing. every last drop of word that spills onto the page by your hang sounds ingenious to the point of "what excatly goes on in your head?" ......

[sacred_prophet]

its nice to know that i have finally found a kindred soul, to share in my dispair, and help me save my soul. i'm begining to love you, just because you appreciate my art.

a kindred and open soul

[poesravyn]

art is what cradles the soul as we drudge through our lives. & appreciation of another's art is what open our eyes to a new view of the sunset. grief and dispair roll over the beautifully blended sunset colors and the only way to really keep breathing is to hear to the appreciation and except that it changed and begin to love the new colors. {im rambling and i know it} in other words i am very much into the whole darker side of art. seeing how that is the only style i am able to write half decently in... ART IS WHAT MAKES THE WORLD TASTE SO SWEETLY BITTER AND THAT MUCH MORE REAL.- from those fucking sterotypes... (i had to mention them:sorry) :D