White Dove
A white dove glides past my daybreak panorama.
It appears suddenly paused between two colossal
Spiraling pillars of gold crested cloudbursts.
A stammering balm of supinity dawns upon me.
White Dove
A white dove glides past my daybreak panorama.
It appears suddenly paused between two colossal
Spiraling pillars of gold crested cloudbursts.
A stammering balm of supinity dawns upon me.
PamelaALamppa commented on White Dove
10-07-2009
10/11/2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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