Lost
Far Tibet calls you with a voice of ether and you turn your head to listen. In that eternal second you become a myth. With your eyes of saffron and your breath of incense you degrade art and turn it into religion, and I from woman into human.
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posted by Maryanne Moll | 12:01 AM
6 Comments:
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hi. how are you? here is my other number 09299501697. Tnx! - froggy
dec 18 is coming, oh what a day...
- froggy
hi maryanne,
where've you been? i've gone private (blogging) that is. i'm not sure whether you can access mine using your blog log-in addies (since blogspot author ka man). but just to make sure, can you please text me your email add at 09209005955 (smart roaming so P1 lang)? thought pirmi kang may friday blog but you've been silent for the past weeks...hope you're ok.
I am currently, what the title of your poem is. And without you back in my arms, I will forever be.
Kudos on a very good blog.
(Pls don't publish my link. Thx.)
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