Lillian Susan Thomas


*a Waltz Wave: Midas Touch Of Dawn - Poem by Lillian Susan Thomas

The
Midas
touch
of dawn
spangles the
rooftops,
and
later
cobblestones
underfoot - we
have found the
City
of
Gold! El
Dorado
was here
all
the time,
home.


Comments about *a Waltz Wave: Midas Touch Of Dawn by Lillian Susan Thomas

  • Rookie fleur de lys (12/7/2009 2:32:00 AM)

    Watching the glory of dawn from your doorstep, is there anything more perfect? (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Sonya Florentino (11/8/2009 10:09:00 AM)

    experiencing dawn is a gift, more precious than any gold bits......home is where the gold is..... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kerry O'Connor (11/7/2009 4:17:00 AM)

    These words are golden. What a glorious description of dawn. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 6, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 7, 2010


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