Still rainbow stands in air this morn;
the distant garden blooms adorn,
like promised end to approach near,
surreal nostalgies appear.
So dream and dream wraiths of their stare,
amid sea waves and black rocks' fare,
expending were they - strangers born,
on sepia stills and pictures torn.
Up in the clouds, where wounds don't hurt,
their tears become the rain's first flirt;
and meet with drops' communion wine,
deep sorrow brusque - strange lives on line.
How beautiful's this flow of streams
when dancers love and send pure dreams
where silver wraiths of their eighteen
meet roses blooms' homecoming queen.
On iridescent days and glow
next to the stream where fair dreams flow,
regales old promise to relive
and twinkling is her smile of grief.
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: PD poems (Dedicated to PD)
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