NorthA Poem by Leslie Philiberta poem I wrote in Hamburga puzzle of rivers and ice a dead fish that dances under a witch`s dress birthless you have become an ancient fir seagulls bend slowly in the salt air and chatter over the freezing w****s; the sinewed ships full of string and cloth and wood that strain out the songs of men lost to earth, so pull through the alleys full of water, thick-footed with the glazed eyes of fish; winter`s door ever open; draw away from the coast to higher ground; pure and wolf with frost.
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Added on June 15, 2013Last Updated on June 15, 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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