Child of MineA Poem by Chris Shaw
my fragile flutterby
skirts the fringes of future farewells oblivious and unafraid a surface of too close for comfort burns bright may the breath of past spirits lift her wings to grant her peace © 2022 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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23 Reviews Added on July 22, 2022 Last Updated on July 22, 2022 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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