And between the standing stones
That pen the horn-ed power
She stands adorn-ed
Strong but fragile lithe
Sudden sunlight bronze reflecting
As I within without look closely on
Visioned from my library of dreams
As insubstantial as paper and leather
Another watches me
within without
As I sleep seeing
A tome triangular bound
Falling
From dream to vision
Bull dancer.
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Armando Tabordapro says:
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Stilettopro says:
Beautiful...
I remember what you told me and this is... sublime.
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