as if in a dream

she
stands
alone
crying
in a
desert
which
does not
yet
know
her name
and
as each
droplet
falls
a tender
flower
unfolds
until
and
so
a
meadow
of
crimson
poppies
flows



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-09-19 at 02:42

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Rob Graber
The original connective "until / and / so" intrigues me, and the text offers a very potent vision.
2007-09-19


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
So sad, yet beautiful

Elle x
2007-09-19


Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Really nice piece this. Enjoyed the read. Thanks.
2007-09-19