There is a link

felt by eyes closed to the world -

ears smell the grace of silence,

new-born sweetness comes to greet the nose -

the mouth sees beauty never known before -

all the threaded senses intertwine

to sew the bond

that in the moment

makes the cloak that holds out consciousness,

that wraps and holds its makers in.

There is no need of time.

By Bob (

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In the meantime, click the links below for other poems and stories by the authors at Lara's Den.



Ode To A Japanese Garden

March Roared In

Fickle Spring

Golf Syndrome

Distant Voices

The Fountain

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