Bachelard (Remove filter)
lullaby to a waterlily
good night
sweet flower
withdraw your head
sleep
beneath the stillness
of these waters
awake
young again
awaken
new
open
to the golden light
of morning
~
Poem #542 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Saturday 27th April 2019 6:18 am
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