One Circle Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

One Circle



Like Monet seeing the sun grow in splendor
in color
in rainbows
She is a flower in the garden of moonlight
I am her garland
I am her trial by the tree

Love is an iris
Love is forgiveness

Let the fragrance become melody
We have reconciled
The wet dew upon the ferns
We are the one circle

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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