Mystic
Mystic
Incense of souls
Floating lightly above seas
Encountering vapours surrendered in tides
Inhaling its essence, while gently embrace.
Caress ... caress...
Emanates illusions of the 4 seasons
Enveloping ones’ mind in optical delusion
Gathering the un-gatherable
Mesmerizing its gullible prey
Stay ... stay...When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Mystic | 0 | 10/23/2010 |
| Unravelled | 0 | 10/23/2010 |
| Sometimes... | 0 | 10/17/2010 |
| Sometimes... | 0 | 10/17/2010 |
| The Boat | 0 | 10/17/2010 |
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