Whiteflowers Poem
A Pome for Amarylliss 
A pome _a heart without a home,
finding its way alone no song
singing endlessly in time
never drinking wine but sober this time
righting words in the nite and then
writing them on paper that never crinkles
sensing smiles in ladies dimples
wondering at love.
Copyright © 2006 charles hice
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