Torvaldr Torgarson's Poetry


 Love Verse 7
AS XXXVII
12/05/02

Rose of winter raise thy
regal hand to mine, and
let the sun not languish
lost to clouds and raindrops.
Just a smile can sweep the
sky by vision clear if
only in the hearts that
open to the laughter.

 





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