Davis Smith


she moves as a soft cloud
drifting over a hardened stream
like gray through an early dawn

and I am caught up in her slow smile
a lilting love song
played to the strumming of a rainbow colored mandolin

Poem Submitted: Monday, August 3, 2009

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  • Larry Megazzi (9/24/2009 8:06:00 AM)

    Si. Bella Roma. Ciao, Lorenzo

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