Open Poetry #45 |
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Loveliness Willing |
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Laverne Pacquire Member
since 2009-11-15
Posts 96 |
To: Edgar Allan Poe No soon is sooner, No truth in the sun. No diamonds as pretty; as loveliness willing. To dream and not dream in the summer. I see a chance - that follows the dance of angels descending to the bliss - to a haven high in my head. I hear harps strung- so high a song. The blues seem in the sea seem for me; Surely, someday an adventure. It will come- For now what fills the moon; No soon is sooner- No truth in the sun. see also: poetryandwatertogo.blogspot.com |
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