Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

February 25, 2009
by squashedmosquito
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ode to spring (September 2004)

It is late in coming hillsides abstract themselves with bold blocks of colour subtleties disappear a blooming, shadows defined sun pouring – rain shining lambs prancing and playing like new leaves experimenting with their colourshop of saturated greens mountains still … Continue reading