My Interpretation of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.


An upright gargoyle,
hidden in moonlight,
wrapped in sunlight,
hilly wood is a lasting dream,
rivers are,
but flowing sadness,
weaving a boat with feathers,
a gaze carrying melting snow,
a mouth chewing fallen leaves,
rolling whitecaps,
like the sound of,
the evening drum,
the morning bell,
the distance,
on the tip of nose,
in confusion.


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