spacious darling phantasmagoria...
In Dreams
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In dreams , the mist rose to sing,
The bleeding rose pined in pain,
A sharp finger tore the guitar -string,
And made a song,never to be sung again.
The darling images hailed Gypsies all,
In coloured words and face...
Gathering ,by the fire , in the Garden of Fall,
With fairies tying their many a shoe-lace.......-S.M
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Incoherence in dreams fascinate...shifting images,arrow-faced induced mists stream in thru the mind-window .......Life drug seems too strong at times..isnt it?....mayb...mayb...
**********
In dreams , the mist rose to sing,
The bleeding rose pined in pain,
A sharp finger tore the guitar -string,
And made a song,never to be sung again.
The darling images hailed Gypsies all,
In coloured words and face...
Gathering ,by the fire , in the Garden of Fall,
With fairies tying their many a shoe-lace.......-S.M
*****************************************************
Incoherence in dreams fascinate...shifting images,arrow-faced induced mists stream in thru the mind-window .......Life drug seems too strong at times..isnt it?....mayb...mayb...