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Post by goldenmyst on Mar 14, 2022 20:01:09 GMT -6
Memories of Tenochtitlan
A strange scent, like vanilla transports us to an exotic land where birds of paradise warble and the nightingale sings a lonely song.
In this foreign twilight, the souls of lost Mesoamerican empires congregate sipping tea in the fellaheen evening of Tenochtitlan. Expatriate souls gather like a pile of dead leaves in autumn. There, we find solace in the softness of touch and the sign of an impending kiss, her Mona Lisa smile.
Oh to be the gloss upon her lips whose remembrance I keep in the locket of my heart. My longing to vanish, to be anonymous in a foreign paradise, dissipates like a puff of cloud.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 15, 2022 15:23:04 GMT -6
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Post by goldenmyst on Mar 15, 2022 18:04:19 GMT -6
Adore your multicultural tag from the Himalayas. It fits perfectly as a glove my poetic dedication to ancient culture in this case Aztec.
XoXoXo John
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