listen to the horses gallop in the water
on the edge of autumn
axes of blue passion
intersect your laughter
chestnuts crack the time
heaving their fruits
bake my lips with love
born from sounds of flutes
A literary collective for artists who feel the need to create.
So lyrical. Why doesn’t someone set it to music…that was a compliment, by the way.
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Thank you so much! Your kind words mean a lot to me! I had the same feeling. It will be great if somebody can set it to music!
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Oh yes! I love what this painted in my brain!
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