"a little bird kept on chirping in my back garden; its merry melody enchanted me to write this poem of the subtle, yet capitivating (epoch) i experienced that day, just listening... and recollecting everything and nothing all at once"...


Sepals on the Dew

The rain is falling on conscious angels
Dropped from the dogma of stolen fables
We are here spending time...watching the sepals on the dew
The moment before our nature flew
The shrill of birds
a language we once knew
Butterflies fluttering down the waterfall revel reverie
The spiritual kingdom ~ our iris in streams
Daydreaming while there is down pouring
Watching the toppling ebbing waves ~ gently fall away ~
Cascading.




Poetry by D'Antay Web
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Written on 2006-08-17 at 19:10

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kladdpapper
breathtaking words. I like the part:

Butterflies fluttering down the waterfall revel reverie
The spiritual kingdom ~ our iris in streams
2006-08-22