Flowers in the mirror,
A light smoke for your soul,
Tell me, where is my burnt town?
And where, the bag of pink feathers?
Thursday 7 October 2010
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The bag lies beside a busy lane
Long soaked in the rain
And then, sun-dried, sun-burnt
It heads for a stampede.
a real poet
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