The CentamerA Poem by Billy4
The Centamer has vanished
Lost on the froathy tide Long shall it standon Perceptable void The brinkhood of human propensity There is a distant war In the eaves and in the gutter Sparrows agaze Standon aflutter The brinkhood of human propensity © 2017 Billy4 |
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Added on January 20, 2017 Last Updated on January 20, 2017 |