Poetry from a Time Forgotten for Saturday, February 02, 2008

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Thunderhead

Rippling colors off the austere waters make all things croon, deep groans crash from sobering waves at high tide. We jump in with words and no life jackets. All decorum stripped, skinny dipping in dark truths, immersed in painstaking manifestations. Will the avatar of beauty return or will it be... Sign in to see full entry.

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