Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Dancing Through the Fog A poem by Daigneault


Dancing Through the Fog
A poem by Daigneault

Through the breach
A misty gauze

Distant language
Her tender hands

Words float like cotton
Taste like cream

Yes cotton and cream
A fragrance her own

Funny how the drops seams to hum 
Singing as they soak in

I know the tune
And all the words

But the song
Was written in hell

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