All the fore-verse and after-verse to poetry, not just poetry itself.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Atop a Cloud of Pillows
With the silvery pale moonlight
Twisting like ribbons through the leaves,
Binding us to be one
Under the sheltered canopy-
Where our love
Is neither a secret nor a song
But just the truth
Stealing itself into
The corners of our smile.
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