The small man
builds cages for everyone
he knows.
While the sage,
who has to duck his head
when the moon is low,
keeps dropping keys all night long
for the beautiful rowdy prisoners.
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feasting on the world's wealth
This is where i will store all the beautiful poetry that comes into my life.This a special place to bask in the glow of others words, honour their spirits, feel our common emotion and root ourselves in our rich human heritage.
With these written correspondences filed and shelved here, who knows what magick might transpire?
With these written correspondences filed and shelved here, who knows what magick might transpire?
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