a young woman sits in the shaded lakesedge amid tall yellow heather,- she holds a chain of daisies in her delicate, frail hand. Her sharpe mind toys for a moment with recent fantasy. The surrounding bird calls melt, and softly merge with the cerebral fancy. She is an Old Soul of London,- though has camouflage well in this quiet summer countryside.
Her Meditation changes as a sultry breeze gently caresses her face, like her lovers hand. With one agile thought she could hold the World to ransom........ though this celestial child chooses to Love... sleek as a Jaguar,- though moribund,...the fading image she holds, joins the ether.
She stretches and yawns and looks along the lakes silver hyaline surface.....in the distance birds fly. She could stay here forever in flora and fauna... though , she opens a book and reads.... (the words in and out of focus with the suns auburn rays) This slender angel yearns for knowledge........ this chamelion soul has poeticdesires.....
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amid tall yellow heather,-
she holds a chain of daisies in her delicate,
frail hand.
Her sharpe mind toys for a moment with recent fantasy.
The surrounding bird calls melt, and softly
merge with the cerebral fancy.
She is an Old Soul of London,- though
has camouflage well in this quiet summer countryside.
Her Meditation changes as a sultry breeze
gently caresses her face, like her lovers hand.
With one agile thought she could hold the World
to ransom........
though this celestial child chooses to Love...
sleek as a Jaguar,- though moribund,...the fading image
she holds, joins the ether.
She stretches and yawns and looks along the lakes
silver hyaline surface.....in the distance birds fly.
She could stay here forever in flora and fauna...
though , she opens a book and reads....
(the words in and out of focus with the suns auburn rays)
This slender angel yearns for knowledge........
this chamelion soul has poeticdesires.....
for Susan,- Love: M.