Circle of White HazeA Poem by B
The curtain falls pearly pull
Pictures of the perfect escape A solitude filled space Raising arms high to this sky Internally hugging the crescent tone Soft resting on this imaginary line The only temperature ever known Speaking softly of yet another day Waves move into dry lands of June Pondering the colors of this lake Dipping words in inks of brightness Smile into lucky afternoons Heart so vast hosting the stranger As the instrument plays white haze Away into quiet entrance Slowly leaves the room
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