![]() Simple ImageryA Poem by Amber Doll![]() done in six minutes.![]() The nebulous crow circles the showery hayfield, An arachnid spins her final gossamer in a scarlet barn. The maroon adobe bricks rest in the breeze, all congealed- My wheat field is hair of the gods, the ocher golden yarn. © 2010 Amber Doll |
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Added on December 6, 2010 Last Updated on December 6, 2010 Author
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