Saturday, February 11, 2017

Poem #98 blond girl, locks, flats, darting

lies some loss of habits blindfold
companion too rare but once
with me my shepherds unblessed
storms their passing
like blossoms red fallen I heard
volleying through the raining and tossing breeze
Too quick fragments shine dreaming
blond girl, locks, flats, darting
Trembling by come back
A strain the world
Easy access

Lilly white blushing faces

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