“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." –Chaucer
Ride we the curled, cresting salt;
Cling to the back of a wing-ed horse;
Drift we through warm waters
Rotten with flowers,
Float we, on a phantom, on Hope
On Grace.
©Hemmingplay 2015
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Audrey Dawn
"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce
author of many genres; no one likes being stationary
"Diving into a writers soul is discovering the broken treasure and beautiful mysteries that make you gasp for air."
Life in words
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"Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land." (Carl Sagan)
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“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
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Your words here are as majestic as the ocean
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Thank you, AM.
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You are welcome, my friend.
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