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Near-Death En-Entranced

Contributed by shanat on Thursday, 5th March 2015 @ 12:01:12 AM in AEST
Topic: spiritual

The science of nerves
As the body serves
Between blood and thought,
Showing my body the respect it deserves,
The Giant, carries me home.

Something needs protection here! (Cracks begin to show)
Citronella, (A closely guarded secret)
Also, a presence known only to me
Swirled in from nowhere on sprightliest breeze,
Donned her floral dress
To comfort the giant suffering post traumatic stress,
A very healthy thing for me to see.

In the herb garden Siamese twins are sleeping(dreaming)
They are flowers, not people, see
What are they dreaming?
Poured my heart and soul into lip-reading
Drank information,
Then sold it to me,
Amongst time (thyme), Sage, Dill
Remain silent, calm, still
A soul passing through.

In a meadow faraway
A 3 year old sits alone,
With his back to me
a rainbow with eyes watches through the day
Longing to be the closer I walk
But seem to push father and farther away
A lot of emotion dispelled
From where, over my shoulder
The unmistakable silhouette of my son came running my way.

A breath of fresh air (Whom I secretly admire)
Promised me answers for free!
Suddenly, I was standing at the cliffs of Moher
With a morning Cello,
Also watching the sea.
What I saw, what I heard
You cannot teach!
I'm off in my own little world
And my soul, will forever, be free.

Copyright © shanat ... [ 2015-03-05 00:01:12]
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Re: Near-Death En-Entranced (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Tuesday, 10th March 2015 @ 09:31:38 PM AEST
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Very intricate and precise writing.
I can't believe it was comment free.
Come on people lets appreciate others work.
5* plus

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