CopperHill Fantasy

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    CopperHill Fantasy
    CopperHill Fantasy

    I am soaring up to CopperHill

    Where I can fly yet stand still

    Gossamer wings dusted with gold

    Butterfly wings can take hold

    Snow is frosting never cold

    Back to CopperHill

    Where time stands still

    The Goddesses fulfill

    The angels will

    Waterfalls passion pristine and pure

    Erasing from my soul each treacherous lure

    Beehives and honey, perpetually sunny

    Even in the rain

    Because it cleanses all feign

    Vibrance in the soil, not back breaking toil

    Fresh air clarifies the past was merely a foil

    No kingdom no knights in this fairytale

    All so real and velvet nights prevail

    Luminous skies reflect stars in my eyes

    Ali Buzzotta (c) 2005





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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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