Love
To slice through
The marvelous Gladiolas
Are all around me
I need to grasp
The moonlight.
That very night
Whispering in a mastery voice
Avoided my despair
Let my body to gallop
Into the white sails.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012
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