Pipe DreamsA Poem by Chris Shaw
breaks a new dawn
after a restless night a splash of pink sunrise soon colours my eyes those blackbirds a singing are hidden from sight my thoughts are of childhood i search through the skies dear brother your silence still shatters this heart i'm sure you are out there so ask that you please whisper your presence take hold of my hand for a moment of comfort come softly to me © 2020 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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Added on April 14, 2020Last Updated on April 14, 2020 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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