Poetry from a Time Forgotten for Sunday, April 13, 2008

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Green Dreams

Visions of green vines wrapped around twisted twigs climbing toward mossy hilltops on an Irish countryside where I come to gather acorns like coins. In my hands and pockets they multiply into gold laced with green satin cloth. I fill my imaginary chalice with liquid gold that has rushed down the... Sign in to see full entry.

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