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Wine Garden

stroll with me through hallowed halls
embrace the ebb and flow
the many traces of fate
are but embedded faithfully
the shroud has been lifted
all the hidden faces are revealed
the trance I bind you in
shall never be discarded
the youth shall play
as the world spins freely
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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November 8, 2009 at 12:09 PM
Of the 7 or eight of your poems I've read, I found this the most compelling to my travels in Europe. I seem myself in a medieval graden on the Rhine of in the Alsace Lorraine area of France. Beautiful imagery communicated here. Thanks for this. ~<><
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November 8, 2009 at 11:53 AM
this is a good one
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February 18, 2009 at 4:08 PM
This is a gorgeous poem. It's short... but it leaves you breathless, and I LOVE the last line.
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