
the washed-out sky in winter…
tea from used-up leaves…
like memories of summer…
things fade
and are replaced–John Stanfield
the washed-out sky in winter…
tea from used-up leaves…
like memories of summer…
things fade
and are replaced–John Stanfield
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POET CAFE - blog by Alex Markovich (42 y.o., Russia, author, artist, theater director)
Poetry
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Audrey Dawn
"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE
Succinct and so beautifully nostalgic.
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I thank you on behalf of the author. I love this one, too.
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