She walks in beauty or rather she once ran through the scorching farm fields heavy with crops Look at me, she would say swarthy, twiglike,…
Tag: Lord Byron
Some men see colors and grow crops at the foot of rainbows They paint sunsets balancing on terraces singing of cloudless climes Some men make…
After sunset when evening shadows begin inching toward dark in dusky, amethyst hues the flames of a burning sun diminishing, cosmic splendor is born anew…
After it’s all done what is better than skirting around eternity radiant in ethereal light forever with my kindred soul broken no more at the…
I have always liked this poem…whoever She is, for one moment in time, she is very special indeed. It doesn’t really matter, that she wasn’t…