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Stockport WoL August Collage Poem
Out of the frame comes hollow art,
Fly as high as life will let you
One hug means all the world to me
Things aren't always what they seem,
Clothing as well as beauty can be skin deep.
Things tatter in dreams
Like soaked pieces of paper
A brave sun struggles to penetrate the clouds
Red stilettos on the pier
A deck chair with no pr...
Monday 13th August 2012 9:47 pm
Giving (Stockport WoL Collage Poem)
Pulse to pulse, drowning in feathers
Swept by tides of love all moonful midnight,
In the sea and sand having
A pint and potatoes with no salt,
Love is sweet whilst it travels
Close to each other and nature
Together we share time
And time in turn shares us
The pain of recognition bites
Like the rail tracks turning, turning…
Streaks ...
Friday 8th June 2012 2:42 am
November II - Collage Poem Created by Stockport WoL
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