The Cave of Hypnos: Early Poems
White Rooms
Charles W. Bailey, Jr.
Morning
slips
into
white rooms.
It gently
glides a
sun smeared hand
over
hazy figures
undulating,
speaking
silent
words.
Copyright © 2012 by Charles W. Bailey, Jr.
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