A Poets Thought -I-
Thoughts Gachalard emeralds forms one's inner precious
Giving a unique sense of glamour an sight
chisel'd sculpture call;
showing inner skills devious
varnished tints on canvas;
grasp one's own tenacious light
smoke mist haze an haar;
cuddle thou scarfs textured delight
immortality aspects bravery;
overcomes all bounds an matches
roaring thunder and cracks in clouds;
inspire th' giant fire inside
how thou art a poets thought
to hide yet remain in thy lot
Copyright © Talin Kalishian | Year Posted 2016
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