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I miss the Indian sweets of youth, I can make some, not allowed to have them any more. Doctors orders you see,
You would love them as I do, if you have a sweet tooth too.
The textures, juicy bites, colours, smells, to delight eyes, hearts, and mouth. Rose water some are soaked in,fried crisp...
I feel we have a garden within us, this poem is part of a vision I had.Hope you like it.
Published in ;-Lilies Of The Mind.(self published.)
Colours, Creator, Silent, Thought, Peace, Love, Light, Harmony, Mind.
Poetry | Updated Mar 11, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Its a poem of a lad staying in the town of Lindow,Germany.Its about his fascination for the fireworks!
Rainbow, God's promise,(One of them),Rain,sky,colours,covenent.
Poetry | Updated Feb 24, 2013 | Reads: 76 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Short poem on why pretty flowers are sad flowers.
Poetry | Updated Feb 1, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
You should have mine.
Well, it's really yours...
Poetry | Updated Jan 19, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Ever feel like those few minutes rriiiiggght before finally waking up have enough potency count for an entire night's worth of dreaming? You're not the only one. This is a sample of one such morning...
Written by Peter Lynne, about a dream.
Poetry | Updated Sep 21, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
speaks using a methphor of how I perceive the
" Season of Fall " a young Mother Nature..
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue and Purple.
Poetry | Updated Jul 22, 2012 | Reads: 253 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 11
A very touching poem with a lovely twist at the end, hope you enjoy it. :)
Your mind, your senses, your body...All become so intense at the end of the day that you observe everything, you travel with your mind, you dream and your body curls up embracing the the sounds of the night....embracing an adventure.
A black and white grand piano paints the room with all the colours of the rainbow.
I don't own the picture.