E. B.

E. B.

A Poem by Wayfaring stranger

Dawn in landscape of pride
Pastel colours
Impresionistic make up
On youthful face of prejudice



Stars and butterflies
A book of sensual sonetts
In hands of silent poet
Turning pages in wet wind



The living dreams
In culture of nature decadence
Feathers are falling
From white wings of dying doves



A postcard from a friend
Poetic structure
Symbolic language
In the end of signed name

© 2019 Wayfaring stranger


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Added on October 9, 2019
Last Updated on October 31, 2019