Against the windA Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe
By what discord with summer
In what condescension to cold Will gentle spring abide hither From a darkened leafless world By what cultural intervention In titillation for a virgin morrow Will reason enchant the conscious Of the faithful, convicted of sorrow By what desires of heaven In which forsaken hell Will brother stand by brother Against their ancestral spells In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams Will the world's unsubtle nuances Lie in forgotten dreams © 2014 Kenneth Nicholas LoweReviews
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StatsAuthorKenneth Nicholas LoweMelbourne, Victoria, AustraliaAboutBorn to the Human Race, I live in the land of India for the time being with a major ancestral inclinations to the Anglican and Celtic anthropological denominations. With that being said, My day job.. more..Writing
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