Pristine Poem by Paul Frederick
Pristine
A glimmer of beauty
A touch of lusciousness
A rainbow palette
A wondrous sound
I like the warmth
I desire the freedom
I taste the dew
I touch the wool
Clear the airwaves
Clean the room
Choose the healthy
Close the shadows
He wants a medal
He needs a spoon
He draws a picture
He makes a meal
She kisses a child
She draws the curtains
She eats an apple
She slices bread
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5/6/2024 6:13:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A glimmer of beauty clearly touches the mind as a shadow of tree under sunlight touches the ground. This poem is definitely very beautifully penned...10