still January 10, 2013
Posted by trinalynne in Around The Literary Blogosphere.Tags: poetry
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as long as there are
two hearts beating
he cries
cellophane vouchers
and galaxial light
concentrate
upon the most verdant eyes
the lips from which
all truth and beauty
the voice which causes
tides to cease
causes the eternal
the procession
the season of sowing
the time which we reap
as long as there are
two hearts beating
he rages…
A nice poem.
thank you Miss…
You are very welcome.