the I of winter eye running
the I of winter eye runningwith ties and fire works
rolling on chilly shores
with dogs bigger than a heart
beat barks at the moon
the reckoning calls you
with visions of a different I
damning all darkness
into other tales told
where the shine does not why
dipped weaselled washed ashore
one man is all
this turning darkness needs
procuring tinder
whaled into good night
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-12-31 at 18:29
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by Bob Latest textsI seldom walkthere’s a rumor there will be no full stop so many regrets who am I |
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