Painting by Elżbieta Mozyro
A travel across
The ocean of desires
Leads us through the night.
There is no destination,
We will forget the time.
Desire
13 Saturday Dec 2014
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Seasons of the year,
Warm weather and cold weather,
All seasons are good.
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Yes, desire is like that. This is a beautiful poem!
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mmmm…Forget the time but never the journey
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing artwork and poetry. Enjoy.
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Love this!
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Exceptional scene.,overflows with epicure feeling.
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Totally beautiful!!
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