April Colours

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All and nothing



 Maybe it wasn't the midnight lack,

That held me for ever looking back,

Or the way that breezes do

Impede the clouds, am over flew,

Or even anger gowned instead,

Whilst metallic hours arose to bed,

No not anything that that's living been,

Could eye water so ninga keen,

Curved from the summer's shallow,

My wilds and your earthly fallow.

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and the colors bleed throug

and the colors bleed throug


ron parrish

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Thanks for reading word_man

Thanks for reading word_man

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you`re welcome

you`re welcome


ron parrish

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Nicely stated poem.

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thanks Stephen  

thanks Stephen