Mia White


Beatific Sound - Poem by Mia White

Halos bless the crowns,
blinding good light
settles in
to catch the sky.

And pour out colors there are no names for.
Their mouths open together,
their light lips part in one, sigh.

There is music
that flows through them.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 3, 2010



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