Iory’s Collages

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Was it you who said, I love you ?

Summer heat warms the still water of a Lilly pond

mist rises, remembering the forms of yesterday

Lost to interior elaboration,

The forest door swings open slowly.

which way will you go?

What form will you take?

Cathedral vaulting struggles to contain

What it can not imagine

Love yearns to fly beyond boundaries

Where the uplift of western winds

whistles through  stone walls

Autumn gold takes the form of an ancient goddess

beach tree branches pay homage with beautiful swirling curls

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