DI Mention

You who are my horizon
the evening of my dawn
burning coals of roses to warm
my soul longs each night
every passing day, shine or rain
just for you to translate
these invocations of line
into your dimensional form.



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Written on 2014-04-29 at 12:11

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Nabeela Altaf
Spell bound!
2014-04-30


melanie sue The PoetBay support member heart!
A toast to the Light of the Moon and the Goddess of the Hunt.

[very good poem-great title]
2014-04-29