Winter OnionsA Poem by Leslie Philibertfor a change, something light heartedmy little round sleepers with lots of coats on,mud huggers with a tribal bottom perfectly lined up at the bus stop of spring, soft under the cold loam, a miracle no less despite the hidden banality of numbers ,time for tea as I wait in a cooling garden
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Added on September 28, 2016Last Updated on September 28, 2016 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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