Symphonia in Dolce

and her voice like thunder speaks from on high
that midnight star, my how and why
to where the orient night meets western dawn
and humbles me, and i m like a faun
to her rosy countenance, and such a rose
whose scent inspires in rhyme and prose
where her very feather from angels' wings
give flight to ether and mundane things



Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-02-14 at 22:21

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melanie sue
I guess I must be a sucker for a good rhyme...because I really love this. I think it is very well done and it was a real pleasure to read. Thank you.
2011-02-14