Poetry from a Time Forgotten for Sunday, January 06, 2008

Sunday, January 6, 2008

April's Hope

A plum sunrise pierces through the clouds. The sound of soft hoofs echoes in the silence. Marmalade blossoms cross each path toward the pond where swans of fluffy white gather. I am drawn to the tears of sap from trees telling a story of seasons past. World eroding against the smoke of memories. New... Sign in to see full entry.

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