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Fri 4 Nov, 2005 12:05 pm
Dreaming of Love
Of delicate pink rose of love, I dream
Gently caressed by sun above, I dream
Gurgling brook speaks softly to my reflection
Seek other face, only mauve sky, I dream
Green filled branches of trees, dance with the wind
Swaying, in mind, I move with thee, I dream
A figure of clouds moves across the sky, I
Reach, unattainable form dissolves, I dream
The brown fertile earth gives birth to all I see
Talisman of life, thighs come alive, I dream
Faint shadow by the flickering fire, restless
Sleep, I reach for my desire, true love, I dream
Diana, dweller in the woods, sure today
Her true love comes, welcome beloved, I dream
Ghazal
Oh Deler, what can I say. No one ever gave me a flower for one of my poems before. What a lovely flower. Is Spring Mountains the name of the flower?
Thank you so much.
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No problem and I think so