By Ode Roman Like dew, pure, 'n bright,At dawn, risinggently from dark nightseems, now, my livingup the grassy crestenjoying its rest.But, at first sunshinethe dew softly meltson petals; I designiridescent beltsup the grassy crestaround my quiet rest.Same is my dream of Lovein the sunset's lightsadly melts above,voiding vital might;shining in the lastmemories of the past
Academy of the Heart And Mind 