Genesis of Dreams
Where the scarlet frog
in the whisper of the rushes
defies dampness as his element;
a creature of wildness,
it blends its croak and paddle
with the pebbles
So a dreamer is - his dreams
in touch with every whisper of promise.
There is purity in the moment.
A red flower floating through a whirlpool
No outward distraction
as large as hope
within.
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Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013
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