A readerA Poem by Wondering Mind
Previous Version This is a previous version of A reader. She dances before me in lush, verdant verbs, and fertile form luring lexicon that draws me deeper.
my ink yearning to trace her tango-words. A sigh, I smile, and remember. I am only a reader. © 2011 Wondering MindReviews
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