As in time machine Outworldly that Old "Moon that Old Hill" "A woman's hand a lovers heart" tis Deja-Vu entrapment here in heart in mind in pristine awareness sparkling bubbling I in mirror cursed replaced or just a memory of old revered moon me in ancient lovers eye or scorned delighting in memory writ this poem new as I to shreads can turn in poems depicted script tis inspired delight bitter sweet in "hill and moon" "Blast in fireworks" hearts ashes of stardum dust eons past yet here in poetry's diamond ghost in liquid gold inked prespiring ****** sweat O bittersweet covert metaphor a lover's treasured ransomed memory immortal love and I beguiled in mirror glass and all entrapped ~~~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba Inspired by TSpoetry
Many of poems read are DeJA-VU to me as if I myself had writ its phonomenon agreeable things not sought for, its serendipity