Atomic Grace

Upon a bed of emerald green
moss, trapped in a dewdrop
by an early rising sun,

Pale limbs gleaming into the world
Visitor from dreams where music
Smiles at your futile touch
Dissolved in an atom of Grace.




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-04-08 at 15:46

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night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Lovely written! :)
2014-04-09



This is nice. The brevity here really makes the poem shine.
2014-04-09