A Hundred Poems - Lxxiii
A HUNDRED POEMS - LXXIII
TONIGHT the storm
fierce lightning
T H O U G H T — STRUCK!
and split a tree,
that beauty deformed my love
-— nature that kills what it loves!
:: ~ ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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