in the cold pale gray i saw her
beneath a weeping tree
under fire of blowing silk
lips of pomegranate tea
–
a nomad’s dusty vision
as fog and blossom fall
could any hold her now
was she there at all
–
as far as time could walk
and magic flowed in art
indeed she was there
no liar is the heart
D A U N T L E S S 
How wonderful, like Willie said, “There are a million melodies out there in the night sky, all you have to do is reach out and take one.” So it goes with KGG and his work.
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