wold cind
wordsand
litter
and
wind
separated by gusts
and bristles
ink, nib, treetops, pages, branches, thoughts...
eyes
leaves
words
brushed about scattered
...meanings...
orlefttolietogether
whichisworse
witchesworse
switch horse
wold cind
words11-06-2011
shallenemcgrath commented on wold cind
02-13-2011
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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