Euphoria

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, July 8, 2010 2 comments














slowly I graze 
against the shrouds of my youth
embracing what it had already meant 
to scribe

when rain was just as sweet as light
and gray overshadowed no beauty
fairer than my muse 

and through that curious enchantment,
which in time aroused my secret self,
I was at once acquainted with my heart's eternal dreams.

Posted by Robert Anderson at Thursday, July 08, 2010
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2 comments:

Joanne Olivieri said...

Oh so soft and powerful rolled into one poignant verse.

July 8, 2010 at 10:05 AM
Anonymous said...

"which in time aroused my secret self"

Wow. You are gifted. This was truly a pleasure to read!

nice photo too! lol

July 9, 2010 at 7:35 AM

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