SleetA Poem by Leonard Birch
Two paths lay under my bare feet,
One made of fire and the other of sleet. Three men bar the way, Loathsome and eyes ablaze. Settled deep into the breast bone, The arrow finds its home. When will we know, That it is too late. © 2013 Leonard Birch |
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1 Review Added on October 23, 2013 Last Updated on October 23, 2013 AuthorLeonard BirchMars Hill, MEAboutBorn on a hill, Raised in the sun, Living just to breathe, Breathing to go on. I'm Leaonard Birch. I'm a Welshman. more..Writing
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