RoomA Poem by Brett HernanWhen you left, I closed your door, moving nothing. Later, some times, I opened your door. I'd go in there, just to look, or stand. Until, one day your scent had gone. © 2017 Brett Hernan |
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Added on September 12, 2017 Last Updated on September 12, 2017 AuthorBrett HernanHobart, Tasmania, AustraliaAboutLow-resolution sample only. Born 1968. All of the images accompanying each of these written works are my own. (Except that one of the guy putting a flower into a soldier's rifle barrel!) more..Writing
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