Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Breeze and Bough

God of wild, of every creature...feeling of that lyric nature, held to him...who is their father, Pan, the spark of every soul...Pan, the heart...of every kind, Pan...that loneliest of all, that life of every twig and limb...that voice on every breeze and bough.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: God of The Wild, Pan With Flute, google art

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