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Rustics
Gnats and gad-flies ,the grey ash flow.
Eggs by mortar ,the church above.
Hail their gracious fats - ballads
as even reeds beg an end lightened by the quell of storms.
Kennels befit the brace of a master ,flesh scarse
stoney wretch of modern whim. North changed her outlook
I as yet a gypsy in mind.
My gaze seperates ,not wanting a coin - but to go onward.
Hills crest each on another. Friendly rounds of tag with banks aged and murky.
Out of the blue,lulling thankful to ever have been
Very powerful imagery
I enjoyed the way one image flows into the next. Reads very well.
Starward
Glad I Stopped By
Wonderfilled write - like the blue/green at the end - nicely penned poem - love those commas ~Lady A~
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Thanks allets,you always are
Thanks allets,you always are so gracious with the compliments . This was one of the extras from my book
MT