Lend Thy Senses
How the words of the woeful
wane in the light by the waxing moon
How dismissive of our sorrows
are the shadows cast by tall oaks.
How precious the shimmer of stones
in play with the wind and waters
Bite Size Poem no.40 Poetry Contest
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