Author Gamaliel Bradford Little shreds of ecstasy Float across the gray. Otherwise our life would be Stuff to cast away. Here a kiss and there a kiss. Love that laughter screens, Walking through a wilderness: ā Tell me what it means. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments