WhitestA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse
A full one tonight,
a quarter-size of this world, her white is complete, inviting me to stare. No clouds there to hide her. Will she bring out the wolf in me? Such a canine might, emerge and amaze, without warning: dreaded, ferocious, fanged. Or should I simply smile and gaze? (14 Aug 2023) © 2023 Andrew John |
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