Poetry by Shannon L. Delsol
Spirituality
Pesky Woodpecker Eucalyptus Trees Meditate in Autumn Paths of Intellect sweet Envoys When Mother Woke Us Dunes Rags Anima Mouth of Columbia one of mine my woodlands Master's Smile Spin Me Again I Have No Use for Words Absolute Exchange When I Was Wood Plaza de Toros Beautifully Transparent I Sit With Him I Sleep in Shades of Ochre It Writes Itself Upon Me I Am Your Own Reflection Loving Him is Like That Tethered He Must Be Loving Me The Rainbow People Within His Fluid Womb Sowing Seeds Trifles i am ripe Our Humble Natures Another Wave The Spirit Wants Handful of Dreams Nocturnal Meetings Moth Against a Window My Vast Ingratitude Rebecca Buddha Lourdes I Am Awe In Music Open 24/7 Stomach Ache Disbelief One Attribute
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Eucalyptus
God smells like eucalyptus; heart-heal in a bundle of green. Some think it’s just tree-sense; a biological recipe, chef unknown - but flora could not exude such scent, sans the Love from which it's grown. Written December 26, 2003
God smells like eucalyptus; heart-heal in a bundle of green. Some think it’s just tree-sense; a biological recipe, chef unknown - but flora could not exude such scent, sans the Love from which it's grown.
Written December 26, 2003
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Eucalyptus
