Tag Archive: John Castellenas

My little wildflower

  (tinnacriss: Little wildflower by bwaworga) My little wildflower   My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are swimming in the beauty of warm and perfect… Continue reading

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‘true splendor’

(Thank you Tumblr for photo and mahafsoun)   True splendor   My timeless beauty. My wild and uncontrolled dream. You are my forbidden wish. My secret dance needed in a fragile world. You… Continue reading

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I dreamed of you

I dreamed of you   I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place and free. Your mind running wild in the beauty of the old city of Paris. The kind, City of… Continue reading

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‘Medicine’

Beautiful girl   She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars. Her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze. I told the kind moon, thank you for sending me… Continue reading

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‘My Joan of Arc

My Joan of Arc   She painted her make-up upon perfect skin and she turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real… Continue reading

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‘If we make it through December’

If we make it through December   Pretty Jenny was long-legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading

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‘The fragrant of love’

The fragrant of love   I whispered to your closed and resting eyes. I love you, I love you. I need you, I need you. I kissed your face and I kissed your… Continue reading

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The song of the living’

The song of the living   The song of the living, the song of the dead Songs sung to celebrate life and death.   I knew a Scotland beauty. She was a rare… Continue reading

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‘The waltz of the Angels

The waltz of the Angels   I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming, sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a… Continue reading

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I dream of you

I dream of you   I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place and free. Your mind running wild in the beauty of the old city of Paris. The kind, City of… Continue reading

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