![]() High NorthA Poem by Leslie Philibert![]() another poem about Norway..and its beauty![]() As fingers stretch into the lesser known slate falls into salt, we are stranded in an half life of stone that rolls down ice. Mist drifts us apart rain makes us temporal, the sky is as pale as a bloodless girl forcing our steps to quicken. The North tells me that this is a leaving on a seagull`s wing, steps on an artic bridge, a change of tides and at last; the rain of ending
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5 Reviews Added on July 31, 2016 Last Updated on July 31, 2016 Author![]() Leslie 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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