Icarus
an image floating in ruby red Vulcanic skies reflecting this mesmerizing elixer the aroma of your spirit Crescent echo hangs infinite Blue We are lapis lazuli branches of the same tree Wind grows her silken hair around usPoetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| Anatomy of Love | 0 | 05/30/2017 |
| Icarus | 0 | 05/30/2017 |
| Questionnaire of blankness | 0 | 05/30/2017 |
| Journey of the Heart | 0 | 05/30/2017 |
| The Nautic art of letting go | 0 | 05/30/2017 |
| Book of Skin | 0 | 05/30/2017 |
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