Poetry from a Time Forgotten for Sunday, March 09, 2008

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Tears of Dreams

The sunrise, a parrot beak orange, with heavy plumage of clouds. No wind, just the silence I've known since childhood. Green light from a forest of dreams still makes a path to my heart. In hither meadows, the sky is closely kissed by stanza song, a crop of trees in chorus line picks up as wind in... Sign in to see full entry.

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