rhythm and blues September 4, 2015Poemsblues, life, poem, poetryadus drowning petals no longer conducted by branches but by the size of tiny palm-tombs Share this:EmailLinkedInTwitterFacebookTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
A Blind Bird 
I really like the ambiguous tone in this poem. Intriguing!
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Thank you very much! : )
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