My roving eyes - asteroids
with no predictable trajectory
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The trajectory of your mind never ceases to amaze me. I can only gaze at its beauty and wish upon its star...my eyes blsooming with your thoughts...taking root in my heart.A perfect parabola of thought and feeling. love Dónall Dónall
Beautiful penning Onelia, I love the line about the irises blooming softly, you capture it so well. Almost like watching one of those nature programmes where they show the blooms of flowers opening in slow motion. HG: -) xx
Sadness at heart, smiles on face Strange situation, difficult to trace. CP
Onelia Blow Up. People can only enjoy waiting for the rest.
the blow, the collusion get metamorphosed into a 'kiss'...so poetically..let it happen like this always....thanx
'my roving eyes...collided with yours'...how wonderfully put!
Lovely ONE... tis gorgeous trajectory piped as icing... who needs the cake... aroha, Planz xx
There are some cracking lines in her Onelia, I still marvel at your ability to pull together beautiful stanzas with your brillant grasp of Bulglish! HG: -) xx