Day Breath
The morning breathes, Her surreal mist Drifts and wreathes My world. Grey twists Of insubstantial air Veil the mundane From my enchanted stare, Making mystery from the plain And so magic finds my world again. Sign in to see full entry.
Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Day Breath
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The collected output of a poetic impulse allowed to run free; creativity in rythmed lines. I invite you to my metaphorical truths.
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