A pale shade by Keith D Allison Night creeps up on mountain pink cotton lace upon the blue of February's skies hold the dream of eye Circles circles of the fountain blue the water ripples in the sand hold the dream of eye Snow begins to fall the roof blue shingles quakes with the weight the storm has only began What is fair what is true walking through the zoo pick a place in the emptiness of grace The lovely that tint blue engrave in a world far away the dream of the eye 02/18/2012 Posted on 02/19/2012 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Alison McKenzie on 02/19/12 at 05:33 AM Beautiful, Keith. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)