copperA Poem by Periac
calvary come and tear down my emotions
guarded and flexible to the ones in dresses copper coins won't carry you through these inns a cold front swims in through the air to a steady calm a robe doesn't always fit by candlelight words prepare out here in fog the wind calls in gentle ways by the cricke © 2008 Periac |
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Added on February 19, 2008 Author |