You can fade into a ripple..not take from my work..please.

Tis a trifling matter.

It need be.

I smile.

Resting.

Go fly a kite.

I'm listening to Leonard Cohan right now.

Dancing dragons change and shift positions in a clamorous condition which defies description so here is the fiction.

Seems like poetry is becoming more popular around the world in general.

The great love.

Possible is sometimes actual.

Angel speaks.

Wall.

Also France has been added as a country catching on to this poetry blog.