And She
Turned her so blue
As if like a picture painted on dew...
Aha, she turned me blue
So as if the colors joyous motionless a potion fluid
Became...
And me canned that
As if me gotten chance ...
To be dipped once
Again,
Afternoon post rain golden sunset whence painted...
Before occhio della mente...
And me bended
On knees full
As if bowing to
Her divine
Her knowledge
Her Gita
Her Holy charms...
Monday, July 29, 2013
And She the Goddess turned blue and white whence...
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