DonardA Poem by PólMy feable attempt to reflect the beauty of a magical place, for my daughter, Megan, whom i love so much.Rocky ragged mountain path carved from granite ridge jutting like dragonteeth twisting and turning worming, nay ... snaking from your ankles to your temple a stairway to a seventh paradise a highway to heaven.
Climbing, climbing further and higher 'til cloud welcomed us in to its solemn embrace for a cup of tae whilst hiding your finest china from eager eyes,yearning for the veil to lift.
A place of a thousand waterfalls caressing your shoulders cooling your brow whilst soothing my pain and cleansing my soul as i swam in your fountain of ice-cold bliss. © Paul O' Neill 2012 © 2013 PólReviews
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