"All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling."~Oscar Wilde.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Your laughter across the miles;
Scattering low, like delight's faint echo,
It has flown here and now perches upon my heart;
Gurgling and beaming gently,
Like a lake in the shade of the reeds.
April 21, 2011
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