| Wild Cove; Senses Alive When twilight falls and the yearnings rise, flooding the heart; she strolls the cove where once she died, melody and harmony meeting. she stoops to pick up a shell that sings so as to be found , and there is delight in the tickling of the north wind upon her ears. she holds the little home with inhabitant gone; close. The fall and rise within the rocking waves ocean of viscous emotion tidal meetings would you catch me if i were to fall to where light cannot reach the bottomless blue? it's easy to ask questions once you've seen a golden fleece it's the way of the wind upon the peppered shores elements of sun and grain mushrooms raise; broaden their heads to peek through the tea-tree garbled tongues ceasing no shoes for her, her toes wriggle in the sand senses alive shalome � 2006 |
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