traversed the moraine of words hiked the adamantine thoughts my muse sweeps the aiguilles of the tethered mind peruses above and beyond clouds of doubt to where inspiration lies prey spiraled in whispers golden musics light a note fragrant as the blossoming rose glorious as the rising sun *m.a
01/29/2010
See? You just amaze me, my little italian star.
You live in poetic rarified air The Muse never catches you unaware Thus exquisite poetry is your abundant fare