Poetry 011: Invisible
Invisible I called them my own; and said they’d know me Yet all I’d seen was by the flickering head-lights As the car sped through the forgotten roads That led away from the city’s concrete shores. My...
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Musing on the Exotic unknown Looking down her naked body I’m struck by the contours, Rising and falling like dunes On this, my beautiful desert. Golden from the sunshine, Smooth from the warm...
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