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
More from the playground:
random act
it was a random act
one detached
from thought
one that
should standout
one that
many would shy from
criticize
declare insane
close eyes
or just plainly walk away
it was a random act
nothing attached
nothing asked for in