August 13, 2017 / 9 comments Appollo’s Tears Apollo rides his lonely chariot Arching across the sky, Leaves a path of golden light Gathered by sunflowers. He weeps by night. They, burdened by empathy, Bow their heads, Leave golden puddles At their feet. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
Hey! Wow! That is really, really good.
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Hey! Wow! Thank you.
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This comment makes me miss you both. It’s hard to know what to say to do this prose justice…but Paul, you always put it so well.
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As always, Your Fan.
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Wonderful imagery!
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Beautiful!
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A wonderful piece of Imago-Poetry! ; And, Poetic-Imagery.
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Beauty 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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