Virtue

Virtue bends in room of hope,
steps lightly into place,
surveys the palace poetry builds;
drunk on the words of grace.
The moment breaks diminishing,
in wish of fevered breath,
across the writer’s desperate ditch;
the burden full expressed.

ditch, drunk, virtue, room, bends, breaks,steps, palace, burden,wish, poetry, diminishing

http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2013/01/13/wordle91/

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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