Through the raindrops at dawn A pale shy sun peeps from behind moving clouds The shrouded landscape, an invitation to sit and write Write silently, speak aloud The perfect poem – if there is such a poem To be perfect, will harbour many takes Filled with exuberance Dwelling on the mystique he recalls, stories of […]
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