To A Lady
Be my blue sky, My soft snow, My wind sigh And gale's blow. Be my frost bite, My sun's kiss, My stormy night And morn's mist. Be rain smears, Or cold's wings, Be sun's tears, Be anything Just be mine, Sunshine. Sign in to see full entry.
Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: To A Lady
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The collected output of a poetic impulse allowed to run free; creativity in rythmed lines. I invite you to my metaphorical truths.
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