Moon echoes
across the floor;
plums ripening in my mouth
The sound of your voice
Blossoms
Falling on my hair
I am a prisoner of wakefulness
Autumn rains
Wash through the street
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Poetessa speaks..
Poète, scénariste et parolier....Scottish dilettante and poet. This blog has some of my current poems, as well as those of other poets I admire.
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