In her eager blind
A fingered touch,
Is final for fluorescence
By then the beleaguered
Mystery of sense,
That not in a doubt
Was impermanently sure
To exhaust to dense.
In her eager blind
A fingered touch,
Is final for fluorescence
By then the beleaguered
Mystery of sense,
That not in a doubt
Was impermanently sure
To exhaust to dense.
Very creative, as-well as the image..
chris
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Thank you!
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Tis my honour…
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