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Hanging in the Garden
The sunset fills me with warmth,
a pink eidolon flame
casting off faint light
of a half-forgotten happiness –
and the earthly night,
it thinks as well of me as it can.
Published 24th Jun 2016
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24th Jun 2016 2:54am
24th Jun 2016 3:08am
Those are the best. Im going to feed them to you so you can pour me some pink sugar :)
24th Jun 2016 3:38am
anticipating the shadows that fall beyond that sunset.
what the night knows...
what the night knows...
24th Jun 2016 7:21am
I've never seen the word eidolon except as it pertains to the mythical beings you summon in an old final fantasy game. Impressed.
24th Jun 2016 12:29pm
24th Jun 2016 2:56pm
Nature revels in us indeed. Can be as gentle as fierce.
Lovely, Pisha. A garden is one of my favorite places.
Lovely, Pisha. A garden is one of my favorite places.
24th Jun 2016 6:50pm
Very wise words, Ahavati.
I have tasted the sunshine,
as well I have felt
the night storm through me. Indeed.
I have tasted the sunshine,
as well I have felt
the night storm through me. Indeed.
24th Jun 2016 3:42pm
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24th Jun 2016 6:46pm
We do as well as we can with our current understanding of ourselves, but we strive, nevertheless. Thank you.
