RUMOURSA Poem by Phil Roberts
A small silver moon
Glimpses and flickers through the swaying treetops Shadows take me to one side And whisper rumours in my ear Thorns rip the skin And draw blood For the rumours are about me Again By Phil Roberts © 2015 Phil Roberts |
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Added on August 10, 2015 Last Updated on August 10, 2015 Author
Phil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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