VeritasA Poem by L.P. Hawkins
Veritas
It stands alone: the tower. No cliff, no falling moon shares the awful silence of the landscape it has hewn. A golden pear on tree, alone, whose blossom blooms so white, it sprays out luminescence that shies away the night. Between two: the dark and light, the innocents and proud, one does struggle, one holds fast but, still, they give no ground. From the mist, a child walks with all that she intends: The child plucks the pear from tree; the tower-- she ascends. © 2013 L.P. HawkinsReviews
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Added on April 16, 2012Last Updated on June 12, 2013 AuthorL.P. HawkinsHillsboro, ORAboutAfter a long respite, I'm back to read and possibly write a bit. I still hold those pebbles now and again while reading rhythmic history and they make me smile. more..Writing
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