Wednesday, October 14, 2009

We Bathed In Love, a poem


You know me by my pen name there was no time to explain
the whys, where, learning names
We bathed in love
and what was left
we watched nature
no human dead nor living
could put on canvas
a scene so splendid
Colors blended in perfection
a perfect scene.

Poem by Edith Festinger Litvin, 1975

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