be brush’d away
a blizzard of dust
smothering the walls
of Babylon’s forest
from out of the fading fog
a face
a gaze
entrancing
familiar
intimate
all with my soul
all… in the Now
how I pretend hard
to want to believe
her peer was for me
She… even back Then
loujen haxm'Yor 
Enthralled. Or haunted by the past?
More of an fantasy of reincarnation. Thanx for your visit, Otto.
Art
Beautifully penned…
I love how your thoughts flow with the ruminants of brush strokes…
Thank you for sharing your heart 🙏
So nice to hear your uplifting words again, Linda.
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