Into sunsets and a hornet’s nest
The bower that yields begins to break.
Here, the paths run dusted
In want for bicycles and dreams.
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Into sunsets and a hornet’s nest
The bower that yields begins to break.
Here, the paths run dusted
In want for bicycles and dreams.
Comments (5)
I liked reading your poetry over on poetrywithmeaning.com, I hope to see more of it here. Also intrigued about your background.
Hello Andrew, thanks for visiting. Hopefully there will be more coming in time. Recently, through a series of accidents, I have lost all my online posts for the past 5 years. Quite a debilitating blow as some months back, a hard drive failure destroyed everything else that I’ve ever written. Stay tuned as I try to recover what little is left.
don’t be so dramatic, you didn’t lose everything you ever written. i still have that one poem memorized, ‘across the crimson battlefield…’ heh heh.
also, look what i found on the internet: http://img140.imageshack.us/my.....jen3nb.jpg
Bah! Early high school poetry doesn’t count! And what the heck, where’d you find that picture?!
*applauds*