Old Memories
My memories are like
broken glass, once gaudy bottles;
are now , in my minds' eye:
soft jewels on a blinding white beach.
Old Memories
redbloodink commented on Old Memories
04-04-2010
musicmade commented on Old Memories
07-16-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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