BlurA Poem by Graceooooooooolllld poembefore i sleep, let me wake to a light new morning and a wonderous moon draped in darkness, burning bright a silent sun sings a merry tune
the mountains that whisper and sigh and cry curtains that fall at the end of the show sensuous songs of the serpentine siren you can breathe in space, you just dont know
the wind that lay as heavy as the world the iron lung that breathes it in unbreakable crystal wing unfurled they exist, here and now, again © 2009 Grace |
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Added on March 18, 2009 |

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