Such softness in the morning
A memory in motion
Golden calf in gentle posture
We watch with filmy eyes
Sweet sighs forever forming
A secret, special notion
To our hearts we're hostage
In violet hue we lie
This pleasure brings no warning
Mélange of precious potion
The ache but serves to foster
Worshiped idols in the sky
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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!
