The red kangaroo
Wading through the dreamtime…
Sprouting winter
You
Light my fire
With gusto…
The sound of winter
Fragrance
Birth of ambition…
The bright chaos of the night
Transformed
The blaze
Of light in the dark
Heart of winter…
Scent of the pink
Flower foretold
Sing to me, Gemini,
A deep and dazzling
Song of joy
In the inner glow
Of winter, the lost boy sows
The seed of wonder…
Drawing the magic words from
The sensitive tongue of Desire
© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo
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The Gentle Neophyte
16 years ago
4 comments:
What a concept, new to me. "The sound of fragrance". I really like that.
The last five lines. WOW. Very intense.
Hope all is going well with you.
I'm alive and well, Technobabe. Thank you for your interesting comment.
We happen from chance and have remained a good moment, regards from Catalunya - Spain
Thank you Maria! :)
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