Prelude Poem by Tan Pratonix

Prelude

Rating: 5.0


What's my woman?
She is laughter;
She is a cup of wine
That flows for centuries after.

She is a courser through the veins
Bringing on delicious dreams.

She is a green field by a river,
And she will stay as such for ever.

She is SHE,
And what can that be
But the quintessence of
Reality?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Duncan Wyllie 26 February 2006

Enjoyed this very much.Love Duncan

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Gina Onyemaechi 02 February 2006

Sweet but could be enhanced with a more complex imagery, in my view. Kind regards, Gina.

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