Crisp dormant trifle,
of Celeste, Cyan, Azure,
Seeped her eyes with hope.
New York City
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From shadowed womb, brought forth on summers day. A child of summer, held in warm embrace. Her nativity bathed in sunlit ray.
By Miss C5 years ago in Poets
I held it in my hands Tightly squeezing my grip so it would not get out I could feel it struggle as the light that fed it disappeared
By G. A. Botero7 days ago in Poets
A hint of lavender, Purple petals caress my cheek. The BBQ is fired up, A song plays. Mom is in the garden, Dad is on the lawn;
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