Columbina Poem by Matthew Buchwald
Columbina
Her cries are like the fragrant din
Of crystal in black marine caves
And all her woe roots in the skin
Of indifferent oceans and waves.
She wonders if she lit the sky,
How it would burn;
It is so vast and eternal,
So temperamental like a god.
Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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