Thomas Wayne Foreman
Scintillate (Dreams) - Poem by Thomas Wayne Foreman
Blessed are her rights, her face shines a continuance as life bright.
The morning dew kisses a rather graceful queen.
She dances freely aware, her moves upon the air are natural & fair.
Her eyes glance vividly, a perception seen as quite keen.
She is a monarch, angels of pleasure are
Are easily seen.
She dresses in robes of black & scintillating gold.
'The beauty pleases immediately', she whispers
Upon winds of old.
Blessed are her rights, she prays in spectrums of
Brilliance & light.
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