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LOVE POETRY

Twin Flame 🔥

Just the mention of her name

Smoldering embers of desire

Ignite into a raging red hot fire

The power of your Twin Flame

❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️

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Summer Rain

The night air is sultry and Jasmine scents the night garden,

Sky clad she stands beneath a strawberry moon,

Hot skin kissed cool by the caress of soft summer rain…

A blessing from the sky gods✨

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FICTION & POETRY POEM POETRY SOUL WRITING & BLOGGING

Many Paths

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Her soul journey had been long

Many paths had left their mark

The Sacred, liminal & the arcane

Through the Light and the Dark

She had met both right & wrong

But refused to greet the profane…

~Eily Nash

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Asphalt Puddle

It is my absolute pleasure to welcome back to EdenDene Books one of my favourite Artists, the beautiful and talented Penny from Penny’s Scar. Her voice transports me to a special place, her vocals are sultry, soft, sexy and lush.Her songs, deep, meaningful, mysterious and touch both heart and soul. Listen for yourself and hear and feel the magic that is Penny’s Scar.

 
 
LINK TO LISTEN ON SOUNDCLICK PLAYER FOR FREE
 
 
Lyrics ~
 
 
Kiss the shadow in the darkness
Paint the sky with rain
I never needed you to love me
Love only causes pain
I don’t know about your magic
Seems it’s gonna fade
Tumbling now through the heartless
Faces changing in front of me
Drowning in this asphalt puddle
There’s waves of smoke from all from all the steam
Break the sorrow of contemplation
Wrap me in the truth
I never needed you to love me
I never needed you
So now I wander aimlessly
I’m guided by the moon
Tumbling now through the heartless
Faces changing in front of me
Drowning in this asphalt puddle
There’s waves of smoke from all from all the steam
I will kiss tomorrow like I kissed yesterday
Hide my heart from the world outside
Keep it under lock and key
I dangle here for you
I’m dangling
Tumbling now through the heartless
Faces changing in front of me
Drowning in this asphalt puddle
There’s waves of smoke from all from all the steam
I never needed you
I never needed you to love me
I never needed you
I never needed you to love me
Tumbling now through the heartless
Faces changing in front of me
Drowning in this asphalt puddle
There’s waves of smoke from all from all the steam
I never needed you
I never needed you to love me
I never needed you
I never needed you to love me
I never needed you
 
Words/music

Penny’s Scar © 2019

 
 
 

    *You can follow Penny on Twitter for all her songs and poetry *

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Summer Solstice

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As the sun rises in the sky, the wheel of the year turns yet again in the cosmic dance of life and the veil between Worlds is gossamer thin.

Two kings valiantly step onto the combat field, to engage once more in the eternal battle ‘twixt light and dark. When the fight is over, one will fall and one will rise victorious.

One reign is done. The King of Oak accepts defeat… for now…

He bows down before the new Lord of the Greenwood for the Holly King proudly wears the crown.

 

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Fields of Gold

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On this Summer Solstice day in the northern Hemisphere of our beautiful planet I would like to wish all you beautiful visitors to EdenDene Books Bright Blessings and may we all walk in fields of gold!

 

Love Eily x

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GARDEN MAGIC OF NATURE NATURAL WORLD POEM

Hemlock

Hemlock from Wikipedia

Little Flower So Pure & White

By Lilith’s Power & Midnight Hour

Dancing Beneath Saturn’s Light

To The Very Edge of Night …

Heh Heh…Hemlock is indeed a deadly witches brew!

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FICTION & POETRY SOUL SPIRITUALITY Uncategorized WRITING

Beautiful Soul

Thinking of some beautiful souls I know…

 

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You bring a gift to the Earth

The song of your eternal soul

Sings magic words of power

Beauty’s cleansing shower

Washing away pain & debris

Torn psyches healed & whole

Spirits soar freed from captivity

Dancing in the Light of rebirth

 

~Eily Nash (2019)

 

 

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Distant Star

A distant luminous star

Secretly loved from afar

Such was she to me…

 

by Edward Robert Hughes
Edward Robert Hughes~Night

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FICTION & POETRY LOVE POEM POETRY Uncategorized WRITING

Con Amore

Her Adagio flowed

Con Amore

Con Amore

 

Soothing Soul

Seared scars

 

His Tears flowed

Con Amore

Con Amore

 

~Eily Nash

 

 

 

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Secrets of the Night

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Broken Dreams

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Deceit

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Deceit lays disguised

Behind fathomless eyes

And innocent lies

 

#micropoetry

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An Angel Calls

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It is said every soul who walks upon the Earth is assigned a Guardian Angel ~ there are times the Angel may walk beside a soul, there are times the Angel may carry a soul and then there are times the Angel can only stand and weep…

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Midwinter. A fog began to descend over the grey London skyline. Dusk had stealthily crept in and stolen the remains of the day away. White stucco walls cloaked in numinous mist and theelegant terrace of Victorian villas took on a ghostly air, Window panes glowing warm orange, reassurance that all was well within. Fire light, fire bright, all is well tonight. Smoke snaking from tall chimney pots into the chill air warned preternatural creatures of the night to stay away. One house stood apart from the camaraderie of its neighbours, no warmth or light was to be found within its walls. As dusk…

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LOVE POEM POETRY Uncategorized WRITING

Love Light

She cried out into the night

And hearing her pain

He sent her Love Light

Making her whole again…

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MAGICK POEM POETRY Uncategorized WRITING & BLOGGING

Magick in her Hands

 

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Image from my personal Tarot collection ~The Celtic Tarot

 

By kiss of night

And soft starlight

In a gossamer gown

She stood entranced

Invoking triple trinity

Magick in her hands

A whispered invocation

Drawing down The Moon

 

 

~Eily Nash

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Driftwood

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‘By Power of the Night
And bright Moon Light
On shifting sands of time
Let my True Love be mine!’
From his lonely shore he did not hear the siren’s’ plea.
Her words returned…
Driftwood, on the ebb-tide of the sea.
~Eily Nash
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LOVE POETRY WRITING

FALLEN ANGEL

Descending

Into

Dark

And

Decadent

Desires

For

You…

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The Lord of Mendacity

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The Lord of the Manor kept his secrets,

locked within the dark recesses of his cheating black heart.

There were many mistresses, trysts and love affairs .

Yet, without shame he avowed to his Lady his undying devotion,

eternal fidelity and love for her and her alone.

As he looked deeply into the black mirrors that were her obsidian eyes,

he swore let death take him if he were ever untrue.

Morgana was versed in magickal arts.

They say the eyes are a window to the soul.

When she looked at him, she knew what to do,

she saw retribution reflected back at her in his empty, lying eyes…

And thus, his Lordship came to his final resting place,

not in the sumptuous marital chamber within the Manor House,

but in ignoble and unhallowed ground.

Buried under the weight of the cold cruel earth…

and his own mendacity.

 

 

~Eily Nash

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MUSIC POEM POETRY

Moon Song

I am so happy to share a beautiful poem from my friend and amazingly talented singer, Penny from Penny’s Scar.

Find my ethereal Chanteuse and Poet on Twitter @pennys_scar

Enjoy listening to her music for free. Her songs are mysterious, sensual and evocative and are on Soundclick 💕 Click the link and be transported to a magical place ✨

Image provided by Penny’s Scar

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Wisdom of the Fae

Wandering in the woods today,

I heard the wisdom of the Fae,

“Beware the games people play!”

How true, the untruths people say!

Tinkling laughter, so bright & gay.

Smiling,  I went merrily on my way.

 

~Eily Nash

 

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Isn’t she just Precious?! Fairy by Arthur Rackham.

 

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Shore of her Soul

 

 

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Beautiful Beach Siem Reap ~Jennifer Norman

 

 

Secret words of love

Whispered waves washing

Upon the shore of her soul 

 

~EilyNash

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River of Eternal Dreams

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The Veil

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

 

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Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

I  have a deep love for Yeats sublime poem “Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven” from his collection “The Wind Among The Reeds” (published in 1988) as well as for the Pre-Raphaelites and  these lush paintings by Edward Robert Hughes are just perfect…

 

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Edward Robert Hughes ~ “Night With Her Train Of Stars”

 

 

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

~W.B Yeats~

 

by Edward Robert Hughes
Edward Robert Hughes~Night

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The Young Man’s Song

I adore this line from “The Young Man’s Song” from “Responsibilities” (1916), which is your favourite Yeats?

“For he would be thinking of love

Till the stars had run away 

And the shadows eaten the moon.”

 

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I whispered, “I am too young,”
And then, “I am old enough”;
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
“Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair,”
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

Oh, love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away,
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

 

~ W.B Yeats

 

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The Song of Wandering Aengus

I have a passion for poetry, I’d like to share some of my favourite works for you to enjoy, I’d love to hear your favourites too!

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I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
~W.B.Yeats
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POEM POETRY SOUL SPIRITUALITY WRITING & BLOGGING

Born to be Free

She was both a gentle breeze on a soft summer day and the raging wild west wind.

What hope had he of taming her when she was born to be free…

 

 

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Silver Scissors

 

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No longer sensing her Presence by his side,

the dark Mage vainly searched

the ethers for the witch’s Essence.

For that which magick engendered

had disappeared as a thief into the night.

Silver scissors cut the cords

and silken ties became undone

in all directions of time.

 

Eily Nash

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Dark Angel

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A Game

It’s all a dance

It’s just a game

The spark of love

Or passions flame

~Eily Nash~

 

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Strange Love

When the pain became too much to bear,

He banished her to the dark recesses of his mind.

By being viciously unkind he could pretend to himself he didn’t care.

But she knew, and let him be, for such was their strange love. 

 

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Eily Nash

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Breathe Of Grace

 

She bathed in inspiration

and the breath of Grace.

Those of this world

could not understand

one who was not

of this time or place…

 

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LOVE POEM POETRY SOUL WRITING & BLOGGING

His Eyes

His fathomless eyes

Spoke to her soul

Louder and deeper

Than any words…

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LIFE LOVE POEM POETRY

Endless Sea

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Dancing Demons

‘When demons come dancing in your dreams,I will banish them!’ Vivica reassured her human lover.

Through the ethers she flew, piercing the veil of nightmares to sprinkle oil of Anise on the fabric of his tormented mind.

And so, with arcane arts, the wise witch brought comfort to Chandler’s lonely bed.

~Eily Nash~

Painting ‘Witches on the Sabbath’ (1878) Luis Ricardo Falero

Rather comely wenches…

Anise. Good for banishing malevolent spirits. Equally good as a yummy liqueur: Arak,Ouzo, Sambuca et al… but methinks a drop or two of the old Absinthe and those naughty demons may well be joining you!!

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Lady of Light, Lady of Night

The Lady beguiles you

Intrigued you draw near

She is a paradox

Of Light and Dark

Kissed by golden sunlight

And the midnight hour

Of black witchcraft

 

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She is both heavenly Angel

And a hellfire Demon

If you wish to know her

Please proceed carefully 

For what you think you see

May just be enchantment

For nothing is as it truly seems

Life a dream within a dream

 

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Dare beckon her at the witching hour

You summoned, now feel her power

No longer in control

Lost to lust and love

Beguiled by Beauty

Bewitched  by Spell craft

★☆★☆★

 

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The Summoning

 

 

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The Lady beckons to you beguilingly. Obsidian eyes, flashing danger and delight. Her smile, enigmatic, promising delicious secrets to be shared. Tresses of sun kissed silken strands of gold, a river flowing down her innocent back. Mixed messages carried on an air of danger. Fascinated, intrigued you draw near.

She is an enigmatic paradox, formed from Light and Dark. Blessed by sunlight’s golden rays and kissed by the midnight hour, black magick and the devil’s claw. Heavenly Angel, hellfire Demon.Was her Soul star born in the fiery firmaments above or forged somewhere north of Midnight?

Her essence envelopes you. She is not physically there, yet she is everywhere. On your skin, in your mind, you feel her Presence. Bringing both delights and torments. You love her. You hate her. Want her and need her, repulsed at meeting the devil within fearing possession you push her away.

Is she a Succubus, or a figment of fragmented wanton lust rampaging through the caverns of your ravaged mind? Or is she a witch, adept at the Dark Arts and  enchantment has placed you under her eternal spell? ✨

 

© Eily Nash~ 2019

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The Precipice

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The precipice, a perilous place, far beyond the safe confines of the city walls and the hinterlands of right and wrong.

Inexorably pulled to the edge of decision, Chase stood hypnotised by angry crashing waves, pounding heart beats upon a lonely shore.

Far out to sea, he heard her call. Siren. Temptress. One leap forward into the unknown, falling, tumbling into her dark depths and he would be free to ride upon passion’s tumultuous waves.

Or one step back from the beckoning, beguiling edge of danger…one step back into the barren wastelands of his life.

Eily Nash ~2019

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MAGICK MAGIK POEM POETRY Uncategorized WRITING & BLOGGING

Sky Clad Skin

 

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Firm upon the rich dark earth I do stand,

My seeking arms reaching up to touch dove grey skies.

Softly, slowly raindrops fall and still I call.

Dancing, chanting, singing, weaving until

A sheet of rain falls down upon my silken sky clad skin.

With a singing heart, this child of Gaia smiles,

Showered by love and blessings  from above

Knowing she has summoned, you…

Her one true love.

 

© Eily Nash

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Hellfire

Beguiled by my burning flame

Little moth, play your game

Beware what you seek from me

My fire burns with the intensity

To destroy you and your desire

For I am forged from hell fire.

 

© Eily Nash

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Drunk on Love

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Night ends with

A kiss, a promise

You have gone

Your sensuous scent 

Lingers on my skin

Leaving me Intoxicated 

Drunk on Love for you …

© Eily Nash

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Rose from a Lover

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Black Rose courtesy of my talented son Ryan Nash

 

 

My true love gave to me a rose.

Intoxicated by the sweetness of its scent 

I did not feel the thorns ripping my flesh,

Until my soul fled…

Leaving my wounded heart to bleed.

 

 

 

© Eily Nash

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IN TOO DEEP

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Laying down his head to sleep

Knew he was in far too deep

He met her on the field of dreams

Where nothing is as it truly seems

Infatuation, love, lust and insanity

Was she for real or just a fantasy

Day tried to steal night’s magic away

She danced in his mind, work and play

Waiting for the witching Midnight hour

To cast the spell of love’s magic power

© Eily Nash

 

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FEELING PRESENCES

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Feeling Presences: a little true story…

There is a woman I used to know  Eloise, I helped her a lot with stuff over the years, younger husband falling for a younger woman, his cheating, the divorce that ensued and an old lover who put in a reappearance in more than one way…

Back in the day the love of her life, Carter, treated her badly, preferring bikes, beer and mates. They split but she never really loved anyone like him. Years roll on and they meet and seeing she is (as she supposes) happily married they stay just friends, with the occasional benefit. He wants her back but she knows it would not work. The friendly beers with the boys had long ago turned into addiction.He was a highly functioning alchoholic.

Anyhow, he died suddenly, his once fit body ravaged by years of abuse gave out way too soon. She was heartbroken. Came to see me for tea and sympathy and maybe hoping I may get my Tarot cards out. There was no need, as  Eloise walked into my kitchen, Carter came in too!

I saw him as a large grey shadow by her side. I could ‘sense’ what he looked like but not see him other than this very tall, grey shadowy  shape. I told her he was there and where he was standing. 

She said she knew, she felt him come in too and hoped he would give me a message for her. 

Then to my shame something happened I regretted.  This was years ago and I didn’t know how to use the ‘gift’. 

I heard him inside my head, his voice. Wanting me to connect my energy with him to let her Know he was OK. 

I was scared I would not get rid of him, so I closed down. But not before  he told me to let her know he had loved her, she had been his true love, the love of his life and he had thrown it away. I thought Eloise would be hugely upset, but she wasn’t, his words were what she needed to hear to lay the ghosts of their past to rest. Eloise left and she was  happy…Until the husband’s skulduggery came to light, but that is a private matter, not my story to tell.

Now many years have passed, and many Spirit visitors later, I do know how to send them on their way, just always feel bad about that one!

The spooky stuff that has really happened to me, I have enough to write a book and not one of my usual fictional ones!! Maybe I shall…one day.

 

© Eily Nash

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She Will Rise

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She cried out in the night

He was the one who heard

But chose to turn his back

She lay broken on the floor

Whilst he just walked away

Alone, she tends her wounds

Her tears may fall, bitter rain

She is woman, she will rise…

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Word Weaver

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Taking silken gossamer threads

The word weaver wove them into 

A beautiful sensual illusion of Love

Until the fabric of dreams lay

Tattered and torn on vicious thorns 

Of reality…

© Eily Nash ~2019