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When Zephyr calls,
the wind bell,
hanging from the ceiling,
will ring.

When you visit,
my heart,
pining away for longing,
will sing.

The dark sky is fantastic,
through a misty eye,
as the deepest blue water,
with pearls scattering everywhere,
as well as
enigmatic as a blue jellyfish,
a will o’ the wisp,
or a whimsical wheel,
glowing and floating alone
in the boundless universe.

Wow, it's not very often I find a contemporary author who shares my perspective on politics. I had never known this about Ray Bradbury. Actually I'm ashamed to say I've never read Ray Bradbury, but now I will have to for sure. I know nothing about him, except his name and the titles of a few of his works. I'm not really into science fiction. As an engineer science reality trumps science fiction. I found this in the LA Times.

Ray Bradbury hates big government: 'Our country is

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Have a nice day.

A casual glimpse may leave
a bruise
on your delicate luscious skin.

At the thought of
holding your willowy body
in my arms,
from head to toe, I tremble!

Caressing your silky hair softly
with one hand,
I strum your heart strings gently
with the other
when we start to play Spanish Romance,
the forbidden game.

Ah! The melody you're humming is so sweet,
so alluring
I'm tingling ...