It
has come like a tale
whispered in
draughts'
dreams
and chinks crashed
with air and stare,
the wind whooshing
all the way
in.
The square
is stark.
The space
clean.
The land
vast.
I, a sledge
in the mind
and an ark
in the heart,
freeze and
slide.
1 comment:
"freeze and slide."
To where, my friend? To where your imagination leads you. Beautiful poem. Many thanks.
Greetings from London.
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