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Post by AquarianM on Jan 1, 2004 14:43:41 GMT -5
Mirror Smoke:
I walked into a fortress of Zen glass, Looking and feeling like a Vision Warrior, Dancing in the rays of the kaleidoscope, I shrank into a single petal and watched the hummingbird float, Flew up into cloud crying raindrop snowflake tears, Whistling a happy tune to a star whose cheek I brushed, With kisses on a dream top, The rosy glow brought the Moon out playing harmonica, And somehow the pillow mirrors cradled me in strange, Yet when it came to waking up, I no longer wanted to listen, And couldn't help but hear.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 12/30/2003
Author's Comments: I wanted to reach into a dream.
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Post by Elle Rush on Jan 2, 2004 14:43:19 GMT -5
Fascinating exploration, Dan. Would like to read more!
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