The Language of Myths: The Language of Myths: The Morning : A Crystal Held In Hand

Thursday, 31 December 2015

The Language of Myths: The Morning : A Crystal Held In Hand: THE MORNING : A CRYSTAL HELD IN HAND A blessing in the morning shone; and the reason? Not known. I saw her dreaming the scent of m...

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My Poems. Bird Of Paradise Bird of a strange paradise, how you descend upon the shallow tide with ruffled feathers and a quiet grace! The dawn is the time to wake up and face the new day with your secret strength. Let me watch you dance with all my days. Bird of paradise, let me match my footsteps upon the shores of your immaculate white sands. Ruffled feathers and a quiet grace, you have dropped a message in my lap. I read your presence in every wind upon the virgin sand. A breeze from an unknown land, peace from a healing song, your melody drifts on the waters here; I listen, and drown in the scent of stillness that wraps me all around

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Thursday, 31 December 2015

The Language of Myths: The Morning : A Crystal Held In Hand

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