wake in a world clouded and slow
my body of the past
holding yet my grown soul
a light song of happy mornings
so warm and dearly shrill
faintly traced a bell rings
of a time when there was such emotion
such a small world
such a deep devotion
to dreams and a future romantically
shaped in this feeling
holding traces of wild purity.
YOU ARE READING
paper poetry II
PoetryCalliope, Erato, Euterpe A little collection of rhymes and poems for you to read if you like. The collection is always growing. The refrenced books, music or films aren't mine, but inspirational. Second poetry book of my paper poetry.
