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One Summer Night
I couldn’t see how to dream,
it woke me, I can remember
a metal, a yellowish-white
that contained a manuscript for life
in my polychromatic mind;
I had an astronomical idea –
and so I went outside and sat among the stars.
it woke me, I can remember
a metal, a yellowish-white
that contained a manuscript for life
in my polychromatic mind;
I had an astronomical idea –
and so I went outside and sat among the stars.
Published 13th Jul 2015
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13th Jul 2015 9:42am
13th Jul 2015 2:16pm
"in my polychromatic mind; " love this! You indeed are imbued with all the hues of life.
13th Jul 2015 3:55pm
15th Jul 2015 6:12am
Pishashee, luv ~ :-*
You are such a luminary, far-seeing vistas extraordinary, eternal, not bound by time or space, rather informed by light. :-*
Light, in all its myriad aspects, yes, that's right, just right to my mind as the descriptor for you, luv... You're light incarnate. :-*
You are such a luminary, far-seeing vistas extraordinary, eternal, not bound by time or space, rather informed by light. :-*
Light, in all its myriad aspects, yes, that's right, just right to my mind as the descriptor for you, luv... You're light incarnate. :-*
16th Jul 2015 4:21pm
"I can remember
a metal, a yellowish-white
that contained a manuscript for life
in my polychromatic mind; "
How refreshing your words are, especially these few.. my mind is reeling a thousand things. Love your work Pishashee!
a metal, a yellowish-white
that contained a manuscript for life
in my polychromatic mind; "
How refreshing your words are, especially these few.. my mind is reeling a thousand things. Love your work Pishashee!
