Atomic Grace
Upon a bed of emerald greenmoss, trapped in a dewdrop
by an early rising sun,
Pale limbs gleaming into the world
Visitor from dreams where music
Smiles at your futile touch
Dissolved in an atom of Grace.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-04-08 at 15:46
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