Guest guest Posted July 18, 2003 Report Share Posted July 18, 2003 Faning flames of dying ambers, shadows dancing on a wall. Why pretend shadows are real? Let night fall. Seeping in the moonlit night a trembling trance remains... desire yet turning silent, deep within the nocturn brain. Bill Pedsie2 [Pedsie2] Thursday, July 17, 2003 10:19 AM nisargadatta Under the banana tree Bill, here is the first of the banana tree poems. Either you or Toby can write the next one. Drinks will follow. Faning flames of dying ambers, shadows dancing on a wall. Why pretend shadows are real? Let night fall. Pet Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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