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Post by goldenmyst on Nov 23, 2021 20:24:14 GMT -6
Love is Her Religion
On the threshold of aerial religion When her smile waves in strawberry blonde language That speaks in angel tongues Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets But spoken with eyes Of arctic deep blue ice on fire Whose aurora borealis curtain Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield Where duality throbs in her heart Like her love for the Dalai Lama That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
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Post by QueenFoxy on Dec 1, 2021 12:58:41 GMT -6
Very Beautiful, John.
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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 1, 2021 18:56:55 GMT -6
Thank you so much Foxy. My muse here is ageless and timeless. Her beauty is forever.
XoXoXo John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Dec 2, 2021 13:41:30 GMT -6
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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 2, 2021 15:02:50 GMT -6
Thanks, my friend. Glad to have shined sunlight into your heart with my words.
XoXoXo John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Dec 3, 2021 15:09:43 GMT -6
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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 3, 2021 17:25:31 GMT -6
Your tag brought back to life that song in my memory. I am most grateful to you for that.
XoXoXo John
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