Honey Dew

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Honey Dew is the sacred meal of the brave.
Overflowing streams of paradise.
The color of wealth and knowledge.

Sun rising on a misty spring morning
And bright stars on a summer night.
Honey Dew, the taste of triumph.

The taste of sweetness
The stench of richness fills the air.

Wind whispers in a tropical oasis.
The neck of a swift guitar
Playing the tune of a far off fantasy.





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Powd3er said...
Feb. 3, 2010 at 11:41 am
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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