SaltA Poem by Leslie Philibert
Forest,the next.
Charcoal,iron,salt. A grey ship sleeping under Crete. Lines in a rooming sky, as simple as a glass of water. I am standing next to myself, outside of myself, before an empty house.
© 2012 Leslie PhilibertReviews
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6 Reviews Added on January 7, 2012 Last Updated on January 8, 2012 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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