A poem simply sounds the bell, o
f that which words could never tell.
STAIRWAY
F
ootprints
On an invisible stair,
Rising to
We know not where,
Conclusions
Written in the air,
Thinking they
Will take us there.
SMILE
O
ur secret,
Safe for eternity,
Beguiling
With a familiar smile,
Amusing itself,
With strawmen
And windmills.
INTENT
T
he sky knows every secret
Breathed by every soul
And paints them from a rainbow
Upon this earthen bowl.
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