The Wind Over DartmoorA Poem by Isaac Canton
The
wind was wailing over the empty moors
Sodden with rain and frailty The wind was crying for its loss, But his love was as invisible as he. The wind was wailing over the empty moors Heavy with thunder and thought, The wind was beating it’s chest For his life was falling short. © 2013 Isaac Canton |
StatsAuthorIsaac CantonUnited KingdomAboutPoet from Devonshire, England. Inspired by the freedom of the Romantics. Love Keats, Clare and Byron, Wilde and Poe. more..Writing
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