Sublime
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
Each word a diamond shines
Each note a music that rhymes
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
So precious, so tender, so pure
Filled with love so rare
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
A bit of a rainbow, in a grey sky
A white dove that can’t fly
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
A pink horizon, breaking dawn
A deer with a suckling fawn
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
The hanging dew drenched berries
Snow covered red cherries
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
Taste but with your heart open
And God willing you’ll touch the sun
For I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . .
By Tahera Mannan
28/06/2011
For Constance’s “ Writing in the Sublime” contest
Copyright © Tahera Mannan | Year Posted 2011
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