Warm brown silk offers sweet perfection
It teases and haunts with sinful reflection
Pot of soul’s gold paints a childlike smile
And the beggar becomes rich for the smallest while
Instant sanity out of momentary madness
And the lost become found behind fleeting sadness
Pot of brown silk heavy and deep
And the beggar surrenders his soul to keep
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Beneath the Surface
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. Most were created for the purpose of the Atty's Poetry Awards 2012. In the process, I have discovered a world of poetic form as it has discovered me. Cover by Google.com/images
