Loneliness-
is like a pool of paint
(circling colors, swirling about).
That angels paint
into a horizon.
Painting each stroke
note by note
singing the praise of
the God
I know.
Poems of my fathers draw near
- Gisella Perezarce
- Pasadena, California, United States
- Inspired by the poems of my great-grandfather, grandmother, and my father, my sister and I continue to write. This is a simple offering of mine.
1 comment:
here you are back into your poetic flow.
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