his aura remained
a curious radiant glow
sparkling dew drops
wispy movement
fills the nights depths
the soil which held him fast
swayed in earth tides
the tides of all men
dreams of springs past sorrow
on which his aura rode
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Deceptively deep words. Nicely done.
I agree...there is a depth of meaning that I really enjoyed in your words. Lovely take on the prompt!
he sounds like a lonely gypsy soul.
Excellent!
Lots to think about...souls and auras around us all...
Very nice!
A lot of meaning hidden in the words. Great post!
The site is looking great... and the poetry as always, fantastic!
Sometimes I wish that aura were not present.
Beautiful poem.
Magnificent mood.
is this the christ's aura you speak of?
this is stunning imagery--
thank you!
I guess everyone leaves behind some kind of aura...enjoyed reading this!
Very good, and yes I believe in auras and spirits.
Ah, Melanie! This is so beautiful. The words you chose are perfect and the imagery so well tuned.
Captivating and stunning. Beautifully written.
so deep and challenging Melanie!
Thanks for dreams of springs--the stuff that help sustain us.
Sorry. Again I must thank you all at once. I have been ill.
Melanie
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