SketchA Poem by Leslie Philibertjust a few thoughtsThe moon does what moons tend to do and graces the windfall night. Earthground sings as a virgin high meadows will not be flooded the amber of trees not frozen. Barley resting,the sun unseen and cold a summer lake dark tin night birds constant. Autumn leaves are not ready to rain. We must travel again, but for now all is as it should be.
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Added on June 6, 2013Last Updated on June 6, 2013 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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