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Hermitage
Walls of bumpled roughness Interspersed with smooth patches Surround me. Tunnels dance Into other rooms. Subtle ones ramble above. The air, Not stagnant or putrid with decay, Beckons my thoughts To skip and sway. An underlying current Can be felt Like the ebb and flow of tide. Is this my blood That courses through Or spirit of mine And those of others Who from my eyes hide? |
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Nice!
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you, hide?....i think not
is seems to me that you would be right out there in the open... nice piece my fkw ![]() |
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you, hide?....i think not is seems to me that you would be right out there in the open... nice piece my fkw ![]() |
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you, hide?....i think not is seems to me that you would be right out there in the open... nice piece my fkw ![]() perhaps not but, once discovered they belong to the world... |
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Nice work DKW!
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Thanks, MzEm and Morn'in!
Perhaps indeed, Kace, if those of the world interpret them correctly. Some things are in plain "sight" of some, yet still hidden and elusive to others. |
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