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Vamp
You might call me a traveler, migrant, short term transient,
floating between youth and senility.
A brief sojourn, roaming on life draining junkets from which
my eyes, it's been said, scribed, seen the dark frontiers of
ancient souls.
So come my friend, dwell awhile within, rest your bones
whilst I sing about love, around which you imagine it to be
and it shall in turn be so.
floating between youth and senility.
A brief sojourn, roaming on life draining junkets from which
my eyes, it's been said, scribed, seen the dark frontiers of
ancient souls.
So come my friend, dwell awhile within, rest your bones
whilst I sing about love, around which you imagine it to be
and it shall in turn be so.
Published 20th Feb 2015
| Edited 21st Feb 2015
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20th Feb 2015 4:20pm
I really like the mood, and tone of this piece , A gentle invitation to just open up and experience.
20th Feb 2015 4:21pm
yes thats what i was trying to portray
thankyou for lovely commenting Scot
thankyou for lovely commenting Scot
20th Feb 2015 4:32pm
the picture came first and i worked around it
with her beautiful eyes
doorway to the soul
with her beautiful eyes
doorway to the soul
