by Pixel Pixie | Mar 6, 2016 | Brendan O Beirne, poetry corner, poets
Lyric No.12 A thought flew across the sky alone. The gorgeous geometry of open windows is questioned by morning sun. A private meadow. Full forum of birds. A stream of reasons. A white wind of pages. The road prospers. Foray of friends. Sap is a style of green...
Rage by Patrick Stack
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