I have a picture
punctured and ironed inside,
a tale of twin sisters,
rising above your waist
with a pastel grey voice of mind.
The coherence of mute environment,
is like a prayer to me now.
A green straw up in the sky sucking
the chambers to drink nectar of white life.
I have arrived here,
here in the painted head of open mouths.
mouths that utter olive seas.
Here, I gather & loose myself,
a percolating fly doused in a tea stain.
Too many arms now
up in the sky
breaking a blurb of dark howl,
A new slippery existence
a new machanism of conjunction of elements.
An interesting piece to stimulate the imagination of the reader 🙂
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Indeed it is. Thank you.
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Wow this was amazing. Your words are beautifully strung together. Never get tired of reading.
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Thank you, lovely.
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You write brilliantly well
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Thank you.
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Amazing the way you penned
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what a charming read –
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From a gentle human!
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To another passionate one 🌸
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Sometimes we need that fecundity in our emotions and in our being to deal with the plethora of emotions life throws at us. I hear you.
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Loved the images you painted so expertly.
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I am reading your beautiful comments now. Thank you so much.
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My pleasure.
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