![]() Breathing springA Poem by An owl on the moon![]() For those who have suffered at the hand of winter![]()
Winter died screaming, gripping its bed in madness; cold, mocking, scornful raging as it ripped the sheets of spring…
Now soft prayers of lilies mourn its bitter passing with a fragrance of anise and jasmine, as gentle breezes dance in daylight…
with indigo forget-me-nots; a smile dancing there, breathing spring, feeling softer slumbers lull her eyes.
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Added on March 15, 2011Last Updated on March 16, 2011 Author![]() An owl on the moonAbout"There are only four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for.. and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: ONLY .. more..Writing
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