far above the mouth,
binding space to cave,
the sun chants a crooked vow
drones a darkened mantra
~ permits a broken promise
to bind to everyman's fist
circling to its making
♥ ♥ ♥
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Monday, May 13, 2013
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Fantastic =)
Brilliant!! Minimalistic and all words in!!
You wove those words into an amazing tapestry. I loved this! I especially loved "a crooked vow drones a darkened mantra" Just beautiful!
...binding space to cave... I love this and a crooked vow, too.
Brilliantly concise!
Oh bravo!
Anna :o]
the sounds alone seduced me. enjoyed.
sounds like there is some rain to come
Hi Sue, Are you OK? You've been missed.
Sending good thoughts your way today.
Hugs, G
How are you Sue? I've missed you.
Hugs, G
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