Saturday, November 08, 2014

turnt tae the muin  -
her bricht
smirkin neb




turned to the moon  -
her bright
smiling face
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3 comments:

  1. Magyar7:59 AM

    the mile
    beyond this evening's mist
    moon's veil

    Nice John, and you've incited this aphoristic echo. _m

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  2. Magyar8:02 AM

    To clerify my vargent thoughts: mile, or mileS, or Smile.

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  3. Bill8:53 AM

    On the other hand . . .

    winter moon
    a tired old man
    in the mirror

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