poems of fishing boats
that never came back
are not sad
at the harbour
they spoke
of a better place
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I twirl in the mosaic of your mind...
I twirl in the mosaic of your mind...
1 comment:
'Fishing boats' reminds me of places in Fife. I got over here from Writing 201 and am very glad I came. These very short poems are images of delight. They reach into the mind, arriving in whole form. Lovely experience reading them.
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