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In to Pockets
Contributed by
celticpriest
on
Wednesday, 11th August 2004 @ 09:18:22 AM in AEST
Topic:
mystical
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Into pockets.
Deep stillness
Within oaken wood
Where the myst hangs
Curtain to the otherworld
In moments
As walking on
Flickering at eyes corner
They play at dew caught web
In a clearing
Stone stands aeonic
Sun filtered
In fog and leaf
A breathe in
And the forest
Breathes with me
And the fae dance
Gently trod
Circles ebbing ripples
Out to the shadows
Of woodland hiding
Uttered words
Each tree knowing
The myst quickens
The breeze stirring
Stepping through
And into pockets
I gather little moments
Of spirit wandering
Then back
Home to hustle
But carrying with me
That which is.
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celticpriest
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2004-08-11 09:18:22]
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Re: In to Pockets
(User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on
Wednesday, 11th August 2004 @ 10:33:33 AM AEST
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Wow, i really like this, i especilly like this part,
"And the forest
Breathes with me
And the fae dance"
It reminds me of something...
Beautiful write, Phil xxx |
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