Open Poetry #7 |
sun |
rene Member
since 2000-04-24
Posts 113 |
in sand we stood bessotted, entranced wild was the way she danced and moved with serpent groves she sang like the brilliant colours of the dawn and when we searched she was gone into the sun we knew we had to run |
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