Poems by Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
On The Water
... Meandering in their sleep, you might say the waters ...
In This World
... Always! In this world the lips touch but lightly, ...
Never To See Or Hear Her
... but with a love that grows ever more tender, ...
At The Water's Edge
... Nor feel, while round us that sweet dream is clinging ...
Broken Vase
... The clear water leaked out drop by drop ...
Cradles
... sailing away from the diminishing &emsp ...
