Home soonA Poem by Folding Poetry
It never occurred to me that you might
be sitting home, it doesn't matter why I'll be coming home soon I'll be home just as soon as this train call out through the hollows of twilight like the wind, jostling rock stiff trees © 2017 Folding PoetryAuthor's Note
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Added on July 31, 2017 Last Updated on July 31, 2017 Tags: foldingpoetry, folding, poetry, collaboration, cadavre, exquis, exquisite, corpse AuthorFolding PoetryStockholm, Stockholm, SwedenAboutHi, My name is Paul. I created a web site called Folding Poetry where people all over the world can collaborate on writing poetry together. I thought I would share some of my favourites here with yo.. more.. |