doug bentley


The Shining Ones - Poem by doug bentley

old masters were the winners -
the shining ones. golden

suns snow white bright,
with a fingertip

they lit the big roar.
infinity

chopping a wooden block


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  • Rookie - 333 Points Rajendran Muthiah (4/4/2013 2:49:00 AM)

    Old is gold. Old masters were slaves to their trade but the new ones are enslaved by financial considerations. But at times, it is said, Old wine in new bottle. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 4, 2014


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