Best Ince Poems

Ince St. Child
by Michael R. Burch 
 
When she was a child
in a dark forest of fear,
imagination cast its strange light
into secret places,
scattering traces
of illumination so bright,
years later, she could still find them there,
their light undefiled.
 
When she was young,
the shafted light of her dreams
shone...

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Alas my rose 
  
Stole my youth years 
I love the hands were 
Happened to me does not smell roses 
Alas Alas rose my rose 
I do not know my carpet what happens when 
  
I've been nomadic cranes 
I had ants on...

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