The Pomegranate Sky
Below a Pomegranate sky
We lie, passing the while
Away within our own world
Bare flesh reflecting tones
Of Bloom
Of Love
Of Lust
Who cares whether
We die sweetly by the hand
Of Time
For our World doth persist
Below a Pomegranate sky.
Patricia is one of the Poets Unleashed, and they have graciously granted us permission to share this excerpt from their book of the same title. For more information about Poets Unleashed, please see http://members.tripod.com/poetsunleashed/index.htm.
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