Whispers of souls

Can’t quite be grasped

Goes right through you...

Tongue circles

Blossoming red folds

Summer is coming...

Erratic ordered

Ashamed people rushing

To ignite economy...

Time Separated

Connected in spirit

Intuitive mind...

**_house bodied red wine

_****_toasts skagen in the old town

_****_rested travelers_**...

Path of aloneness

A way of principalled thought

Focus in your sphere...

Sloshed bow waves

At fretting pursuers

Crisp autumn leaves...

Hands waving thin air

Woft petals from a blooming rose

Summer shadows cast...