In my heart
Lost in warm winter's pendulum
where ticking rabbit moon
rolls in frostless bites of grass
still facing skies and falling sheds.
Strokes of violin brushes
against malleable canvases
reverberates in the midnight ticking
close to your own meeting.
Strands of raw umbra
coils around a chaotic heart.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-12-11 at 02:07




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