Roxana G.M.


Song Of Descent - Poem by Roxana G.M.

Sunset sings and dyes-the-graying-green
Time of the eucalyptus red
The air, in fanfare, throws confetti
Made of living-herbal-scent
And the huddled sparrows soaked
In song of descent, relent and sleep
There in the midst of the hush
Between note... and note, a ghost dances
And lightly plays with long-gold-hair
Of a girl, who unaware
Walks-in-step as she passes.


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  • (5/8/2006 10:05:00 PM)


    I really liked this poem. The phrasing was great. Thanks for allowing me to read it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 8, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, May 8, 2006


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