Adrift
No need for guided course to sail
Adrift she moves upon a verdant sea
With touch of mist and trailing vine
The morning light a world unveils
In solitude her thoughts fly free
For now, a day of dreams sublime
10/28/13
Barbara Gorelick
Senses for a Sestet contest
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013
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