Through The SkylightA Poem by Chris Shawa morning gift
autumn gold wakes me
decants into thirsty skin not a drop wasted © 2019 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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24 Reviews Added on October 20, 2019 Last Updated on October 20, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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