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A Gift...

By wanderingpoet

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

To sit and think upon a wizened stump... To fidget and play in plumbs and olives... To shine and glimmer on fields, ruby and emerald... To darken and rain upon hero’s ticker day... To rise and fall with fusion’s sweet source... To laugh and smile at failed flowers attempt... To rise and smell soft wonder within passions past due... To stand tall and meek upon wonders’ first wings... To explore, to ease within knowledgeable plains... To crimson and blush on mounts’ deepest power... To lore towards dove on beach’s whitened liquid.. To embrace and to love to the moment’s last breath... If I had a gift to give you, it would be... Written March 4th, 2002 © on Mar 04 2002 03:15 AM PST   0 • 18 • 12

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