Each word of poetry is a single tea leaf from which you will discover a universe of miracles. This is a blog for the poet, tea drinker, fiction writer, reflecter, and lover of beauty.
Friday, September 2
And Sparrows
I gaze out of the windowpane blur
Out to the rolling fog and cold oxygen
No one breathing but the oaks
And, from the corner of my eye,
A pair of love-drenched sparrows.
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