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Ivory Pianos

during the descents of the days
when the mind seldom forgets
of shameless frolics of golden suns
at the boundaries of scarlet wastelands
awakens grand gravity trees
to compositions of songs of the keys
created by surreal clicks and clanks
of the sacred fingers on ivory pianos
and vast cycles of soul harmony amasses
linearity in nonlinear universes


[#] Don't ask how.


Jason said…
Hey Ghost. Thanks a lot for those kind words.
Pauline said…
Well now how very lovely :)
Jeevan said…
nice one.
Ghost Particle said…
[jason] anytime bro.

[pauline]thanx pauline! always appreciate your words, you are a natural poet..i often force myself.

[jeevan] thanx bro.

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when we sit admiring
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