The window blows and knocks the dream
Well past full-bright distinction
And wallows in the afternoon
Perusing fact or fiction
She rises up and like a leaf
Floats the breeze beyond her
And nestles in the creviced seam
Of triumph over yonder
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I love writing - poetry mainly, but the odd thought or story may find its way to the page as prose. I'd love to contribute to poetry and writing groups near my home by the sea but the dreaded clock seems to beat me most times. I do happen to contribute to https://cosmofunnel.com, a poetry website with 'panache'. Check it out for a different take on things.
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Great post š
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Thanks! All the best…
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