Serendipity


Downed severity and cloaked daybreaks
on my way to meet serendipity
a cold and flawless winter day.

Burning all bold forevers
beneath cold private skies
I cried for the children.

Bushes etched in winter nudity
exuded flittering clouds
of elusive sparrow souls.

Tears of irrevocability
iced the frozen sea
and the mighty mackerel hummed.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-01-17 at 12:04

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penfold18
The unexpectedness of a winters day and its secrets to share pure treasures for you and me, this is very nice Bob enjoyed it thoroughly :-))
2006-01-17