Though icy, We were sauntering, And at twelve, fourteen, Here well-blended, With older men. "This is timeless," I thought; (You too At my side, As you often are) Again absorbing A gray morning, Sucking the marrow From beauty's Eternal bone.
01/17/2009
Author's Note: For D
Posted on 01/18/2009Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
Simple, but right to the heart. I like the approach, and I think you did some really good work here.
