Many Faces Of A Nobody
yet his gait was limiting
to the harvest of shadows around him
breathing whatever air was there
at the time
and since his writing
caught no-one's attention
and colourful birds may have flown overhead
those television days
although perfect
were over
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2024
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