Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Saturday, August 06, 2005


The colors, once separate
are beginning to blend
having mostly lost their hue
but still the caterpillar
builds his chrysalis

Now we are in the deep time

And what will our new color be?
How will love's hand shape
its painting of the morning
when we fly?

For now the question is a dream
and we must sleep and grow
before the artist blots his mat


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