Poems from Delebartholomew
eyes rested on the crown admiring it in the light of its rays. Mouths opened wide for flying tongues praising the head that wear it...
mind whirl wild blowing storm and fanning fire burning all it met yet are not consumed but fear of the unknown woke us upon the tide of...
the eye that sees
only snakes
never sees the dove.
The eye that sees
only dove never sees
the snakes.
The eye that sees
grasses always
will...