ragashree
Reason vs Being
- Joined
- Nov 3, 2008
- Messages
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- MBTI Type
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- Enneagram
- 1w9
Lay me down, tender in a summer field,
Sweet, like the meadows of the faded past;
The harvest of a loafer’s fruits revealed
Where phallic purple orchids softly cast
Their muted scent upon the evening breeze,
Languidly signing through the nodding grass
A harem for returning honey-bees
Bloated with the nectar of their day’s repast.
So rare, so perfect - now fly me as one!
Through a flower-drenched world on throbbing wings
Thoughtless, harmonic to the setting sun,
Till my dreams call me back to smaller things:
To a fleeting, natural, human beauty;
Soft by my side, she reaches out to me.
Sweet, like the meadows of the faded past;
The harvest of a loafer’s fruits revealed
Where phallic purple orchids softly cast
Their muted scent upon the evening breeze,
Languidly signing through the nodding grass
A harem for returning honey-bees
Bloated with the nectar of their day’s repast.
So rare, so perfect - now fly me as one!
Through a flower-drenched world on throbbing wings
Thoughtless, harmonic to the setting sun,
Till my dreams call me back to smaller things:
To a fleeting, natural, human beauty;
Soft by my side, she reaches out to me.
