Stepping StonesA Poem by Fran MarieI've only a pittance to offer a swirl of dreamlike words conjured up from the magical playground of my mind
perhaps I imagine you standing on a pedestal of grand measure as i shower you with gold and luxurious gifts hand carved in intricate detail would that I could give all this and more... paintings of zen gardens and sunlit meadows azure skies smiling and green peacock feathers but I am not an artist of such flair nor a builder of pedestals so grand nor have I the midas touch of these treasures to bestow
No, oh no I've only a pittance of mere words to offer from my heart and use them as stepping stones hoping they find their way into yours © 2015 Fran MarieFeatured Review
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