NightA Poem by Leslie PhilibertI write a lot, but I`m not happy with my work.Should be more words to describe it; black as tar on a pebble beach, Under a fishing boat that smells of seaweed and saltwood, Or something spoiled by lights epileptic, shadow of shadows that drip like failing day. A half, cool with slate and silence less to see, more to feel. © 2015 Leslie Philibert |
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2 Reviews Added on July 8, 2015 Last Updated on July 8, 2015 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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