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Post by goldenmyst on Mar 16, 2022 17:25:32 GMT -6
My Ballerina From The Beyond - Dream - Rewrite
Autumn sea cloud and cerulean sky A floating island of memory Whose bridal garter gone with last breath Fallen nostalgic follows her best friend Who sits in the passenger seat of dreams On our way to her home Where Gurdjieff men pose on golden path With faces gilded on the road to heaven Costumed for a mystic dance to the middle way Parked on the outer bands of the Milky Way A yoga tent shelters dancers And right there among them is my wife Who in real life was a dancer She leaps like a ballerina Whose Giselle turns Gazelle Reborn in her thigh grip of my hips She strums the strings of my mystic sitar Our reunion glows in her eyes On the forever ribbon undisguised
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Post by oldarmybear on Mar 16, 2022 18:13:59 GMT -6
what is being served for dessert?
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Post by goldenmyst on Mar 16, 2022 18:30:15 GMT -6
A hearty serving of mysticism is for dessert as well as for the main course. John
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