Poem Of Molten Title #4 Poem by Bill Grace
Poem Of Molten Title #4
I love the growing power of the day
That manifests in color gray
And holds within its brightening power
A sky vault blue for all to see.
I love least those of great ambition
Being one myself
And knowing from good counsel
The darkness of this side
It is no wonder then I love them least
Loveing that which is within me the same.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: power
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