diamond in the cotton dark
moves the mirror of my heart
no part we take in turningboundaries between the two
he, no I, no—must be you
so true the murmurs calmingsoft the sleepy dewy eye
the radiant glitter born to die
here lies the dusty twinkling
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Poems for Peculiar Children
PoetryThis is a second anthology of my more whimsical and curious poems. They aren't so much for children, though anyone can read them!
Diamond
diamond in the cotton dark
moves the mirror of my heart
no part we take in turningboundaries between the two
he, no I, no—must be you
so true the murmurs calmingsoft the sleepy dewy eye
the radiant glitter born to die
here lies the dusty twinkling