Decided to wind back the words and restart the movies I once made and were, thus honing and sharpening them.
in poor man's bush,
only hungry sparrows,
– winter starved –
waiting for the rush
in their feathery lives,
never confiding in sharp arrows
carved with chilly knifes
from cold, thin branches
where snow once reigned
in all aspects
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-05-27 at 19:19
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No more angels
There are no more angels hidingin poor man's bush,
only hungry sparrows,
– winter starved –
waiting for the rush
in their feathery lives,
never confiding in sharp arrows
carved with chilly knifes
from cold, thin branches
where snow once reigned
in all aspects
Poetry by Bob
Read 1106 times
Written on 2011-05-27 at 19:19
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