So vain,
she perched upon
regal charm,
dislodged
with a
restless heart's
protection;
displaying crested,
anxious eyes,
to share,
her gentle wings.
D.D.Sonnenburg
6/2001
A poet must reach out and blow winds of inspiration, and imagination; into the echoed thoughts, of her reader's most secret, inner voice.
Author: D.D.Sonnenburg
The Hands of Time-Book-1(2000)
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