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Post by goldenmyst on Nov 15, 2021 19:43:20 GMT -6
Harpsong Maiden
Ginger soft smile brings bread of life With dimpled dream of atmospheric harpsong When the sprinkle of sugar strums confection On frescoed powder made of earthen dew Whose liquid sunshine is a gleam in her eye Where soft words blow on clothesline cotton While breezes drift like clouds in the sky Whose skirts sway easy as tresses reborn When windblown sighs give dawn a hasty rise What fools ye mortals be she doth surmise
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Post by Brian on Nov 18, 2021 12:05:20 GMT -6
Quite the lady my friend.
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Post by goldenmyst on Nov 18, 2021 13:52:56 GMT -6
She is my friend. Always and forevermore the lady of the hour and century.
John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Nov 18, 2021 16:48:28 GMT -6
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Post by goldenmyst on Nov 18, 2021 19:15:10 GMT -6
Love your tags of heaven and its manifestation on earth. Very beautiful my friend.
XoXoXo John
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