a pool of mystic blue
a parched sky
and a pillar of strength
changing the old ways of the earth
planting new trees
feeding.gently moulding.
a slab of see-through glass
and my Soul to give.
I live and exist.
You, love.
anonymous singers and a sea of gold
a tuneless whistle and a graceful bow.
interlinked Fingers and curly Hair.
the shadow of a Smile.
the Eyes of a mystic.
countless stars .and a green horizon.
one, two or three..the numbers grow.
a reed of music.
and a jet plane.
a quest for the truth.
unsullied.
a colour so new and pure.
old habits DIE.Hard.
crossing the threshold of thorns
wiping the dust off those roads.
a new path.new hopes.
warm tingles at the base of a heart.
someday it shall be so.
painted roads and red alleys.
humming the happy blues.
an eye ,that nose..
a Red, red rose.
And those little Words..
at the Harp.
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Very Nice.... :)