Glide, slowly swoon softly within petals pastels, perfect places for landings when wafting weightlessly where living meets dying drowsily dropping drooping wings which were cruelly clipped left alone alas, awaiting a simple sign saying all is not lost, love lives forever, as butterflies begin beautiful because beauty lies beneath and beyond as souls still search, seek surrender to a dream denying doubt denouncing danger gliding, softly slowly succumbing, believing beyond belief waiting for wings to flutter once more simply seeking something eternal
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Reviews of "Infinity Dreaming"
Reviewed by Abe Rossi (Reader)
Reviewed on May 25, 2004
Sometimes...when we're not really looking...Hope becomes belief...dreams become reality....and butterflies spread their wings again....beautiful write Ann....Thanx for sharing....Peace Abel
What a delicious winding path your carve with this poem. It's one of those poems that demands a re-read to capture all the nuances...and there are many! Loved it!
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Amor
" beauty
lies beneath
and beyond "
Outstanding... one of the many fabulous lines.
~Rose~