Nacre

Nacre

A clear night in calm sea

the chariot to stand pearl

in the logbook as poetic psalm

cartier wrist skin and pearl

copper wires in the enclosure

maturing a glass of Merlot

the fire of passion burning belt

the first instinct shot

the trunk never changes

with the warmth of the seasons

in the cold knowing the silent land

reganda with tears Hearts

your part is my

my whole entire your

Wind conducive to beauty queen

Romeo Juliet will drift.

Arthur Nett
21/06/2011