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a velvet feather
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and with both too little hands
I scoop my art and blue belles-lettres
from the scintillating eversands of time
just some jewels for a viewer
to behold and to remember
birds of paradise, a whisperword
of love, of light, of peace
a praying Aprilbreeze to thrill
the strings of ice harps in December
and an avalanche of euphemistic rhyme
my flying spirit cant accept
the ways of war, of hate, of torture
so I snow my coloured silence oer the world
painted roses, tender verses
gently curled around humanitys distress
never could my smiling soul be doing less...
so Im brushing city-shadows
full of friendly hushing graffiti
free images to mask all mindlessness
a blushing child, a charm, a song
a long forgotten fairy-tale
a silver chanting nightingale
a jukebox playing psalms, a velvet feather
one that calms the aching heart
and with both too little hands
I scoop my poetry & art from musing streams
maybe artlessly creating worthy dreams
© Drs. Rikki Keller
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Ik ben Rikki, en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam Najade.
