![]() sense portrait. 3/28/13A Poem by mikl paulsense portrait. 3/28/13 mikl paul
a flutter of wrist and what is a herald and what is standing free. show me when I will arrive at that place where I always will be, and what would I remind you of as openness threading itself closed until.
remember the early zeal in the way you love deciding quickly the weight of joy, the rich of ending; angels growing pale with what you are saving for. when we all included once, within our time with or without a quality the vast ownership insisting: and when you caress me what was-it-ever you believed to be shaping grey by winged grey?
asking lanterns what our tongues are for.
allowing a trespass to define the color of your eyes today.
all the whiles staggering in light mass and intent, to nurture "faded soul beat- every wish into gratitude and you (always so near, the fable intoxicating and along my skin, always so near, bidding inward, an envied prayer as you remove my strings.) will show me, the sum of these waits, in spit palm struck and the slow pull outward. © 2013 mikl paulFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on March 28, 2013 Last Updated on March 28, 2013 Author![]() mikl paulatascadero, CAAboutI live on the central coast of california and love to watch things move. Currently starting up Olivia Eden Publishing and learning how to listen. more..Writing
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