18236, run away home Posted by ms mimi diva, Sat Mar-04-06 08:10 PM
Another kindred spirit has returned to the fold running on the wind of flight wrapped in gusts of light on wings of second sight the pen bold in battle stands and slays the ego of man
what is left is rounded and rooted sweet like almond trees and humming the small sweet nothings of somethings in the ear
we drop the pen for you and color the page celestial sink our feet deep beneath your lost thoughts that crumble between our toes
I will yearn for your
earthly, heavenly, humanly beautiful
explosion of eloquence
your imagination still sows fresh thoughts in used minds
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