Of Sparkling Snowglobes and a Poetess
Oh, my heart has divine, samba-musical, dream treats,
I sit here tapping in golden shod, tanned, perfumed feet.
Unwilling to share my dreams, lest they from me, disappear,
Dreams are my guiding lights by which my poetry to steer.
These globes hold my snow-glistening mountaintops to glide,
Hope-filled crystal balls, deepest wishes, reside and sleep inside.
Perchance on a warm beach all tanned, with doves soaring above,
Sipping crushed, cold mango-ice, and without trying, came my love!
3/22/2024
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