Chagalled Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Chagalled

Rating: 5.0


As if we were
a Chagall

We float
across the night

tiptoe
amongst stars

lost in each
other’s arms

our colours
so alive

it’s as if
the paint hasn’t even dried.

So it is...
Love paints us.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Theorem Thetruthserum 08 March 2008

Very cool...love I imagine this is about.

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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