Open Poetry #48 |
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True Value |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! ![]() |
True Value By this woodland lake brim- full with clouds and stars, in these final mystic hours of silently fleeting night and dawn-expectations, when everything seems perhaps less real but far more pure by moonlight, and all the trappings from the day fade away to vague memory-shadows of the mind, the spirit-heart becomes clear and certain as a high mountain spring that even a single moment of true and unconditional love is worth the riches of all the empires that have ever been. --- b. e. adams (8/23/2013) |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Bruce, you have said a truth with this one. True love. A quest which is hard to find. Beautiful sentiments. ~*~ What do you call a dinosaur with a extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus. ~*~ |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
Thanks for your comment/reply posting on this write, JP ! |
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