Ambulant Poems - Poems about Ambulant

...I know each one, every line My eyes trace them every day From dawn’s light to dusk’s dark One fascinates me, long, curved It’s history hidden, for me to imagine, build a story Bisected......

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...The place where your butterflies flitter free in the meadow, licking the ambulant stream, the dew from life's vessels, perspirant milk of purity honey- Bursting from out of the seams. The ......

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...Eeyore the Dr. Ignorant, Winnie the Pooh, ambulant, On a walk in the woods, Are they up to no good? Winnie does say, In his happiest way, "Buzz, buzz, buzz, I wonder where the birdies was? Wh......

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...walking the pillar doors i see. the axis of this sea, a sea of life that hides between sheets of transparency. A place at which we smile but from afar we see. inside this pool I peak my head into. To......

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...Iniquities vertical archways traversing twilights retro Drafted abysmal shadows aneath the roses; gethsemanes inquisition Coloured acrylic murals in acidic transcending medievils Vague ambul......

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...Iniquities vertical archways Traversing twilights retro Drafted abysmal shadows Aneath the roses bush... Coloured acrylic murals Acidics transcending Medievils vague ambulant Abstract mystique ? ......

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...Beauty’s Bequest By Odin Roark Some say We all have one An enigmatic wild stallion within Seeking sounds and symbols To become a tundra of words Its landscape of expression Here Time......

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...Iniquities vertical archways Traversing twilights retro Drafted abysmal shadows Aneath the roses bush... Coloured acrylic murals Acidics transcending Medievils vague ambulant Abstract mystique ? ......

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...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Iniquities vertical archways traversing twilights retro Drafted abysmal shadows aneath the roses; gethsemanes inquisition Coloured acrylic mu......

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...“Look! The aging poet sleepwalks again.” “Sir, should we wake him from his nightly tour?” “No! God no! His heart could not stand the strain.” “He’s heading for the open study door His ambulant s......

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