The postman


A print, perhaps a book
or an echo of intentions,
a sincere gesture shaping the air,
is all I am in days
when the fabled postman
roams free and delivers.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-03-02 at 19:31

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John Ashleigh
An inspiring write. Thankyou for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2011-03-03