Poetry: Presence

Deep pools of chocolate brown
Soft waves the essence sound
Tender touch the gentle coves
Warm roves the treasure troves

Serene scent of tranquil peace
Delights seek the anxious release
Awaiting sparks the desperate pleas
Imagination with expertise

The opaque wake of ominous shells
Northern stakes the ancients spells
Shimmer shows the irony flows
Massive courage the enemy slows

Amazing dreams that can be touched
Gifted hands that are unclutched
Wicked woes that nobody knows
Staggering stars that glows and glows.

By Pamela Mullins
Copyright © 2003 Pamela Mullins. All Rights Reserved.
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