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natures reflection of Mother
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as I smell the sweet fragrance of blossoms,
bursting in sensual shades of lavendar pinks,
my fingertips tremble like the newly opened leaves
enjoying hints of warmer breeze
excited energies climb the limbs of sprouting stalks
and curl around my inner sighs
swelling bloodlines pump
this heartbeat lingers
and does not stop
as solar rhythms entrance
senses sensationalize solicit seduction
mindless swirl as feeling enhanced
breathing observations as they dance
upon mysterious layers of silky sky
is the eternity dreamed by you or I?
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| Reviewed by Diana Wiles |
5/15/2012 |
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So beautiful Debby...I was reminded of Thomas Hardy's sensual description of the Froom valley in Tess of the D'Urbervilles...
Expertly written...
Diana... |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
5/14/2012 |
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Excellant write, smooth as silk and very expressive.
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
5/14/2012 |
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A beautiful image and poem of the symmetry of earth and life.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER |
5/14/2012 |
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| Not too fast or it will need pruning, just kiddin, a lovely twinning with the pulse of life, the inner revival of spring, and the blossoms inviting opening to life, by the way if you're the artist of this painting, wow, it sure reflects your poetry well, in the art, of brush and paint. Bless ya! |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
5/14/2012 |
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| I like the double entendres' you put forth in this little jewel. Very well constructed. |
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