The Circle O′ Time Poem by Igor Starov
The Circle O′ Time
The unwritten verse
of my brood on uterine arose.
The smell of herbal blanket,
Inaccessible day walls.
And the rainbow
Overarch you as welcome
as flowers in may
Rose with your smile,
Summer lightning wink...
Someone will praise
to the skies.
01.02.2016
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,philosophy,religion
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