In the Wind of a RavenA Poem by Karen ArizonaA short poem about leaves falling in harder times
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am leaning over the edge of something panting me it's like a sheer cut, falling into the distorted mix, I dream around Many hours of raging time own the sea here There are half days with red skies, center-folding destiny all of the nights are in plastic worlds, every monkey with a bamboo I can hear the cuckoo with the summer fire bolts, lightning sticks A sharp storm plows into hard times when the trees are brittle. © 2017 Karen Arizona |
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Added on May 13, 2017 Last Updated on May 14, 2017 Author
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