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... be.witching ...
By NikesRain
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fir lined and moss graced
leading to willows soft
swaying to starlit songs
there remain small glintings
like
shifting sun dropped shimmerings
down hollows 'neath boughs
between the nightshade and ivy
among the belladonna nodding
she reclines among sleeping comfrey
with breaths shallow
in broken elegance
inhaling wisteria
as the day turns
velvet
fitting her pieces
in intricate mosaics
that pulse
with lost melodies
eyes whispering to the moon
through
quiet cloud waltzings
swans floating across the night
while
datura spin kisses
made from the wishes of woodruff
dew drops
suspended
within the sigh of fireflies
slipping in soft smiling
she is blessed
in the most magic of ways
surrounded
in gifts
that daylight tends to shadow
~.* .~
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Copyright 2011 NikesRain
Author's Note:
one last write.... be good to one anotherComments on "... be.witching ..."
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A former member wrote:
I can smell, taste, & feel this write. & hear the insects. We hate to see you go. DP can scarce afford to lose your words.
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On Tuesday, August 2, 2011, Blood Saga
(81)
wrote:
The last line really made the piece. Quite beautiful. I like all the plants you mentioned.
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On Tuesday, August 2, 2011, dwells
(4285) wrote:
You are either a botanist or florist. Very interesting euphemism about flowers growing on a grave, but I could be wrong. Thanks and so soothing.
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On Tuesday, August 2, 2011, NikesRain
(1298) wrote:
nothing to do with graves at all but interesting take all the same
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