as rising on its purple wing this insect queen of insect spring, oèr emerald meadows of kashmeer, invites the young pursuer near and leads him on from flower to flower a weary chase and wasted hour then leaves him as it soars on high with panting heart and tearful eye so beauty lures this full grown... Sign in to see full entry.
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Poetry is about expression of thought. Sometimes the best work is the kind of stuff that just leaps up from within our soul. I write a lot about the murky splurge...This defines a place where we are are given the freedom to bare our souls in word but understand it is between the lines where most truth resides, In a world which has an abundance of love for all to share there is a whirlwind stirring. these words come out of a storm, but reader of my blog, please see although we write about many things, we may just mean another...well that is what the villagers said..... have fun.
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