Tears Of Minerva Poem by Landon Pulmano

Tears Of Minerva

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Hair as soft as the summer breeze
Minerva puts me at ease,
Yet when she cries the sunlight dies
Crystal clear limpid eyes, look astray
To a horizon of darkness.
And when she's done,
Out comes the sun, but in her wake
is a garden of gloom.

Thursday, May 12, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,summer
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