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Submitted by yenti on 25 August 2008 - 5:34am.
Style / Type:
freeform
After Feeling
Slowly sinking into the realm of a being.
Stopped in mid stride by a piece of fluttering paper
The descending paper projects the mind deep past the eyes.
There holding the reflection of the summer skies
Follow the ways held with a delicate thread by a spirit.
Forgo the reflection as the paper was the clue to the seekers soul
That within the spirit the thoughts had been painted for ever
In the beauty, that is said to cling to the words of one spirit talking to another
You can then also feel how a spirit could carry the soul to reach a higher place
The feeling of being at one with all things
Where all feelings, no matter of what order are placed.
With delicate folds to hold your being eternally
Ian.T
found this today fading away on fax paper so captured it edited it and now you see it LOL
