Stems fire brightly by the banks, where willow leaves- their weary headhair, runs in streams, and light runs with them.
Updated 05-18-2009 at 09:06 PM by Silas Thorne (Filthy Mac went mental)
This reminded me of a Johny Cash song. I couldnt tell you why, but it did.
I've enjoyed these photographic poems that you've written lately. The entire poem can be held in my mind like a leaf in the hand. Lovely stuff. Good Hunting!
I enjoy how the title is an important part of the poem itself. Lovely work, as always.
wow that is one reason i like this site, because people here can write really beautifully.
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