Somewhere in a bar we sat playful and demure, dreams pink mink coats and pergola garden moonflower…
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Sprinkling down side edge of mug, white droplets crystal twunkle in morning sun…
The poem reflects a pursuit of ego-driven desires, resulting in despair, lost in life’s tempestuous journey. persistently hearing a captivating but destructive call.
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Quiet kite, quite quiet kite…
On that day, sun met shadow in a park; you ran late…
Alliteration is similar sounding syllables, it differs from assonance as assonance is soundly sounding sounds…
whisking past galaxies against the backdrop of eternity now and forever.
Life’s all but a dream – on burning wings.
Stumble upon our timeless gaze, so long as there’s eyes to see and minds to conjure…
©2024 Giuseppe Gillespie