blueA Poem by John Destalomy head is underwater caught in the wake of a passing…. moving in and out of consciousness I open my eyes so I can see a color blue I only ever saw in a dream becoming a memory of a dream Is it a memory or a dream? I remember you in a dream of blue water tracing your naked shape becoming white then blue water liquid skin feeling overwhelmed by color in the wake of a passing… you girl I love white water and I love blue
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Added on June 20, 2009 AuthorJohn DestaloCamp Hill, PAAboutThe following is a quote from the introduction to a book called "The Human Touch" by Michael Frayn and it is the best description of how I feel about my own work that I have ever thought or read or he.. more..Writing
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