With what wonder?A Poem by Craig FromanWith what wonder has the season come?
With what wonder has the season come? Its treasure lies in earthen ships, that carry dreams across the foam. And how your memory of her now rapes the fleshly heart that once bore scenes, so veiled in smoky stains of tears; it cries as on its crutches leans, and ever fills itself with fears. Be born anew to taste the sky Lay waste cocoon and upwind fly...
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Added on September 23, 2010Last Updated on September 24, 2010 AuthorCraig FromanSmall town, ARAboutWe don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, eng.. more..Writing
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