Prelude Poem by Tan Pratonix
Prelude
What's my woman?
She is laughter;
She is a cup of wine
That flows for centuries after.
She is a courser through the veins
Bringing on delicious dreams.
She is a green field by a river,
And she will stay as such for ever.
She is SHE,
And what can that be
But the quintessence of
Reality?
Sweet but could be enhanced with a more complex imagery, in my view. Kind regards, Gina.
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8/6/2026 10:08:17 PM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
Enjoyed this very much.Love Duncan