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feather, wood and bone
Wood and feather
brittle bone
silver leaf.
An obvious marriage
behind glass
to keepsafe.
There is a world
to know.
Place on paper.
It’s a poem
an heirloom.
If only I could fill
the box with wreathes of mist then
I could be an artist and a poet.
Smoke out the meaning.
Let it breathe.
Feather, wood and bone.
fo...
Sunday 26th June 2011 8:04 pm
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