Feeling Pink in the Vineyard

Feeling Pink in the Vineyard

feeling pink in the vineyard
high on the hill of dreams
the heart leaped in and out

rose-stained glassy skies
flattened everything to silhouettes
lightly swept from row to row

across the softened mind
went and came, quiet, quiet
winds funneled through

enveloped intimate domains
colored fields opened in the middle
to an earthly paradise of matter

lost in creative solitude
walked the labyrinth of sleep
circled in towards the dream

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~ by Genece Hamby on August 26, 2007.

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