Replying to a comment on:
Noble oboe now sings every next saturday evening
(
Free verse
) by
ALChemy
Pale meadows streaming blue waves of Tuscany dreams fellowships embark upon the Moonbeam Starship Satellite willows lead the way to home and lost memories what pure delight.
Dovina
24-Jul-05/6:24 AM
I'm a little under a Denken Weizen at the moment, but are there realy meadows in Tuscany? I do like to board a starship with its bark and all, of willows and such wherever the memories lead.
Track and Plan your submissions
;
Read some Comics
;
Get Paid for your Poetry
PoemRanker Copyright © 2001 - 2024 - kaolin fire - All Rights Reserved
All poems Copyright © their respective authors
An internet tradition since June 9, 2001