What is held softly through autumn eyes
(Thoughts after a night of poetry--how admiration/amore should be or become.)
Here in rain stripped views, we place our soft hands into the sand;
an applause before reckless descent like a white egret…
Added by Cher on October 4, 2008 at 9:00pm — No Comments
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