Ramblings and Paintings of a Mystic Wanderer

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Poets words..

Feeding on poets words

the sun sets in your eyes

binds you to moments

ripe and lush glittering

just within reach of…

heartbeats dipped

into poetic ink

flowing rose bloom rusty..

red  wellsprung red

past imagination’s core

where angels live.. and

fairytales  grow..in a garden

fair..with fantasy..and

the burning bush of love....

Posted January 30, 2011 by oshum