Beautiful poetry that touches your soul.
To be read alone with a glass of wine or a cup of tea, slowly. Thank you Gwynneth for many hours of enjoyment.
LL Fowles
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a poet's playground
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arms of the wind
sleep
in the arms
of the wind
an exhale
merely a whisper
to the universe
the sands of time
don’t keep track
of days
weeks
months