Water Wheel Poem by Dawn Novus
Water Wheel
Novice in the catacombe
Imbedded there in timeless grail
As the parched land makes the rain holy
When it comes... and here it comes
Whispering of old sin washed wet and clean
And with great creaking and groaning the wheel turns to life
A sweet sigh of seraph utters a tone high in resplendant might...
The lonely tomb be bare he calls, the lonely tomb be bare
Upon the watered terrain a glistening sphere
Oh she dances full and round and teal the colour her squeals of delight sound
The grail eternal embedded in her eyes.
Whispering of old sin washed wet and clean! ! With the muse of life embedded in her eyes! Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Upon the watered terrain a glistening sphere is amazingly captured and expressed here. A brilliant sharing is done...10
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Upon the watered terrain a glistening sphere Oh she dances full and round and teal the colour her squeals of delight sound Wow, a beautiful way of presenting this theme. Thanks for the sharing.