A shimmer of silver poemslights up the map of my heart. I hope they are not tarnishedas they cartwheel and dart across the page, turningfrom platinum to sterling, to a gentle silver mist, thenshadowing in battleship grey until blackened silver letters playand meander into words, form lines, rhymes, stanzas, odes,leading us down lanes and roads, […]
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