minus one...heart grows a treeA Poem by Shirlenathe one, the onlythe momentary prophetess as I turn away… hips pendulum waves a blues never been played with you pulsating spectator
wide as any stretch of motherlands ambrosial dust teases palate scrambling grasp on reality uncertain of exiting or creating an entrance
senses depart physicality agitating sudden ignorance surrounding smoke of denial battling gravitational pull with fever emotions trump all resoundingly… intricate conversation persist within psyche
scribing without an instrument drawing utterances that fall scatter pleasantly about the stance as seedlings taking to root and stem mingling innermost parts a message inserts to compliment your crest interpreting... it is I first decorating you © 2014 ShirlenaReviews
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