Through A Glass Window
Like a golden horizon sun
She rises and stretches
Her gold-brown body
And soft dark hair
An ethereal sun-nymph
Only vaguely aware
Of an outside world
Where dreams collide with realities
copyright 1977
posted by SongBird at 11:01 PM
1 Comments:
LOVE this!!
Wish I could be as ethereal...but alas, I am a worrier.
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