sung to sleep by
sea lions
above the jade green surf
mist creeps up the
mountain from the
silver sea
hunting jade
among greygreen
sea stones
lost in white
mist magic
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Here I am posting poetry into cyber-space. Might as well post it to the wind.
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- I write poetry to stimulate that part of my brain that lights up for visual images. I don't know the name of that part of my brain but that's where god is.
thank you first, for being open to the energy that you allow to flow through your being when you are writing. second, thank you for sharing. *colibri loves you*
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