I leave you with an excess of love
Exalt it to drought, my dear
Plow fields of glass so all may see,
Evoke a vivid taste
Beside the lips of orphans;
Till years past to this day,
Resting upon painted ice crystals
Were their new eyes:
A polish finish with a refine glow
And we will evolve together
Like gems: be sculpture or isle: be graced
Over existence itself.
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Spring Poetry Contest
PoesíaWelcome to Is it Ana?'s Spring Poetry Contest! DEADLINE: 20 June, 2017 The winner of this contest will receive a new LAMY pen and a 6-pack of ink cartridges!
