Poetic Glitter
B
Bill Cantrell
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Each stanza,
holding hands
Sharing the collective glory,
of the one they encircle
Taking turns,
they reflect the cravings,
of our hearts desires
Have you listened to their voice?
A subliminal whisper,
In colors calibrated to the passions,
beneath our awareness
From garnets to sacred gems,
embedded in every line,
praising the uniqueness and creativity,
of it's writer,
And of that which glistens
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