Steven Federle

Rookie - 209 Points (1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

Serenade - Poem by Steven Federle

"We are always traveling and traveling as if we did not know where we were going. " Thomas Merton

Warm wind stirring my
tallest trees. Sunset retrieves
another hot day.

Descends silken sky;
passion ignites summer's night,
stars, like wine, delight!

In cool rooms I'll wait
for you to awake. O come!
We'll begin again!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, June 15, 2012


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