Sights for the Soul

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The gossamer’s ghost lingers long past,
The sun dial’s tock upon the everlasting glass.
And in the benighted sky’s cascade,
A dandelion’s mane the design has made.
Yet in the moistened soil’s base,
I have found cosmic divinity and grace!
For had I never returned to such a land,
My soul would be dust,
My body be sand.





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WishfulDoer said...
Aug. 17, 2011 at 3:08 pm
I haven't read your poetry in such a long time, it's like a fresh breath of air. I love this! It reminds me of Robert Frost's work. Please, please, please keep writing! 
 
Allie99 said...
Jul. 19, 2011 at 4:18 pm
Wow, you're really talented! Please read/comment on my work in return.
 
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