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Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Music is my soulfood
Music is my daily wine
Though aged, it never loses
its succulent taste.
I don't really listen to nowaday music. Even if I do, it's very few. If the 'music's has crude words, promoting ***, drugs and violence, it's not music to me.

Be back soon

Lyn x
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Long to kiss the lips the shade
of the crimson dawn
This one was actually from some old lyrics I found.
Again most of it was crossed out, save for a few lines.
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Watch as she holds her gold needle
in the half-light
attaching a soul to the blossom's shell
and ensure that their dreams
and their lives don't fade
So their tongues and music
will last forever


Watch as she pulls her golden thread
The petals curl, revealing the beauty of
flush-kissed shoulders within
Sweetened with the fragrance of love
and care
Painted with colours that give our
senses love and rest

Watch as she pokes at the roses
and their thorns sprout
A rose extends their blades
to shield their beauty

Watch as she cuts her gold thread
and it whips around in the wind
As the earth erupts in joyous laughter
far and wide,
flowers adorns all that it touches
From the babbling brooks to fields,
From our parks to the mountain tops

How the Golden Thread can be sewn
and sprout the soul of music,
fragrance and purity.
Wow. This poem I remember writing when I was younger. Most of turbines were scratched out again but I managed to get the words anyway.
This poem I remember was when I was in a seeing class and I was actually seated near a window that had flowers for what looked like miles.

Anyway, be back soon!
Let's see what else I can find in my jungle of a room!

Lyn x
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Mysterious wood
A large, surreal petal sleeps
near my golden pen

Open near woodlands
A beautiful, soft bird sings
under the lotus

Shining afforest
Special aged waters glide on
in spite of the calms
It's so weird going through my journals from a few years ago.
These haikus were scratched out
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Blazing aurora
then a little, gold wolf sings
whilst watching the girl
An old haiku that stumbled on while clearing my room.
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
There are Men who walk that are hard to please
and it is they that always end up
with nothing.

And there is I, Lyn Purcell, who shares her work,
her daily lyrics and in the end,
I always have HelloPoetry's
loving.
I didn't even notice until I logged into my laptop that I gained 51 followers!
I'm so happy! Thank you very much HelloPoetry!
Lyn x
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
'To be or not to be'
leaves you to wander
then flee

'Become or not become'
That is the true question.
As much as I love Shakespeare, become or not become should be the true question. For we are put on the crossroads to become greater than who or what you are.

Be back soon!
Lyn x
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