Was the Price You PaidA Poem by Brett HernanThe occasional waft of sickly, sweet decay was the price you paid to kneel and gaze at the spring sparrow chick’s corpse, a little longer. © 2017 Brett Hernan |
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Added on November 13, 2017 Last Updated on November 13, 2017 Author
Brett 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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