Emily at garden

Emily at garden

A Poem by Wayfaring stranger

Inhalation of moisture
Shining liquids
On naked skin of Gentian-Imperial
Unification of four ellements





Colors of wild-calm-sphere
Resting scents
In between open blossoms
Unique-diversity




Empty endless fields
Infinity of ashes
Shapes of memories
In losing imaginations





Wet hands are in moisture soil
Holding prosperity
Open-rose
Sweet petals of closing


© 2019 Wayfaring stranger


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Life is such a mystery and the aquisition of meaning is often a far flung aspiration. In this you bury your fear biut seen still to see insanity in doing so.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Wayfaring stranger

5 Years Ago

I want to write something beautiful but still quiet in lowest mood. I was use expression through the.. read more

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Added on May 9, 2019
Last Updated on October 31, 2019