She dreams, questions the sacred.
It (he) seems so central.
It (he) says so much.
It (he) does not tell all.
Deep in my well
I know you would
be just held.
Risen, appropriate to
the new blooming.
Ever, if that was
Frequenter, to lonely places.
5 thoughts on “Roses, Siddhis, Hues.”
so peaceful here today!
The wish, above the rest; that of peace, always, in the garden, for you.
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Next day, work . Hey, Michael returned savely to hannover yesterday!
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Beautiful piece… Such a lovely depiction. I am so glad I found your blog.