• Tricia D. Wagner

Colorwheeling #1


The beauty of a dusk,

in my eyes placed,

lies not in possession.

No deed nor title hold I,

and yet

these colors wheeling -

spun silks from ten thousand suns -

meet other eyes

never the same.

Speak on of love,

and as fair as received

by this heart,

what freely is given

is free -

and so cherished deep.

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