A silent visitor
from the far west
orange county
in the sanctuary of
mind space bloom &
morbid thorns
that has spread
like a motif of
mirrored patterns
in the recess of my mind.
I know not
what you sought
but glad you trod back
often from west shores
and paddle back silently
in a phantom yacht..
15 comments:
awesome....!!!
i need to hire somebody to enjoy this stuff.....
wots goin on??
yes i love orange- reflects so much. better than yellow ( a la coldplay)anyday. a gentle secret breeze blowing too...
hmmmmm...really really really nice;-) [tired of writing "wonderful" and "awesome" etc]
There is an element of delusion in this... It reads like a dream that escapes the moment we opne our eyes from sleep...
I liked it but somehow felt it just ran me by like some breathless wind...
:)... feel like I am playing the Devil's advocate by saying that...
doea the traveller hurt the roses and pick away the thorns while on his journey??
:)
\m/
I wonder when he shall visit me...
Really nice one...:)
Reads like water-flow; very fluid. ^_^
ash's n Pin's that my id in o!
cya there then
:)
lovely.. and thanks for dropping by!
well... conquered my fears... which at one time were too diverse to be tamed.. and about resurrection... im trying to run away from the shallow race... to a place where i find genuine people... with no outer shells... where i dont have to face parasites... tryst with eternity... the journey is still on..
very nice
excellent poems u write........
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