"Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance" - Carl Sandburg -
Touched again
Pieced into the fabric of winter
Skinned naked in the light.
posted by Echo at 11:09 PM
When the white sky dawnsSolitude, bliss, placid and calmI see pain in your words...
Not just pain though, right?Happy New Year. Thanks for stopping by "Stuffed Animal Tales."
potent words .. nice to see you posting again, after a long time, I think ..
Happy New Year!I like this poem. Fabulous to read, almost Haiku.
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When the white sky dawns
Solitude, bliss, placid and calm
I see pain in your words...
Not just pain though, right?
Happy New Year. Thanks for stopping by "Stuffed Animal Tales."
potent words ..
nice to see you posting again, after a long time, I think ..
Happy New Year!
I like this poem. Fabulous to read, almost Haiku.
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