From the urn

From the urn comes the dust flowing skywards into the circle away over the stones into the grove and particles go with the FAE into you dearest, leaping, sort of just lodged in your hair a glistening bouquet of earth bound desire, restrained by the darkness we share

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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