Brief
Butterflies
Bubbles
Brief
Beat my fragile blood
Beneath my wrists
Rainbows
Over
In a sudden shift of sun
Memories...
Only...
My light
My joy
My words
Butterflies
Bubbles
Am I beautiful too?
©Edwina Peterson Cross
The Dead Poets Society met in a cave to read and share verse. This group is for poets who are very much alive, who have words running, pulsating through their veins. From an outside landscape that can be harsh and barren, we come together in this nurturing, verdant oasis; fellow wanderers, wonderers, sharing our words.
1 Comments:
Winnie, you are indeed beautiful. Anyone with such a talent for words and with a paint brush has a soul that exudes beauty. You certainly have that.
Vi
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