Motives of Ivory Veils
I felt a rumor softly touch the air I breathe
Mingling in my exhale
Such a sweet sachet of fleeting mystery
Lost in motives, of ivory veils
Unassuming pleas of poignant measure
Quivered in each breath
Purifying with a gravitational pleasure
Unparalleled, in its depth
Melodious testimony rang within the rising
Of my lyrical express
Sang in tune, along a harmonious horizon
A masterpiece, no less
The rumors touched me with no hearsay
I had inhaled the truth
Found within the mysteries sweet sachet
Motives, of ivory veils of youth
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
2 comments:
wow, just beautiful choice of words;"I had inhaled the truth
Found within the mysteries sweet sachet
Motives, of ivory veils of youth"
love ivory veils!!
Beautiful words - as always.
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