Best Scotched Poems
Scotched Flower.The sun is high, high in the harmattan season
The easterline wind withered the petals of love...
I clasp my chest on the grip of blood-cough
As is cosmic rumble upon the heart core
Without a pull to the earth surface...
Anguish and solitude my face thrilled-
The rivelries...
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Categories:
scotched, lost loveheart, heart,
Form:
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