No Poet.

Dancing in a dreamy place I strive for words to touch my love. It’s you.

A distressing out of focus apparition bumbling around heath and road a note book in hand dicta phone in pocket chewed pen like bit between teeth. Head reeling with unarticulated word sketches.

All I can give you is this picture for I am no Poet.


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