Upon The Woods In MemoryA Poem by PerditionFriday, in the brisk winged winter's light, I watch over our sky, bleeding in soft gray memory. Your sheltering touch, your slow hand silked lace, as leaves shutter down, longing with mindful color. I reach foward with the last in moments we will share, our circle layed and yes; fractured: © 2016 Perdition |
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Added on November 21, 2015 Last Updated on March 14, 2016 AuthorPerditionVAAboutTwo quids from the soul of a clown: Keep writing, otherwise I refer to Mr. Cobain below~ more..Writing
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