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feather's lightness,

warm, divine as

morning breeze

 

panther, hunting,

dark, demanding

rugged seas

 

simply soothing

symphony in

brown and teal

 

'wish you'd only

say you'll let me

closer still...

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Sleeves’s Poems (23)

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memories 0
album 0
turquoise 1
delusion 0
cold 1
wife 0
imprinted 0
sepia 2
emerge 1
gravity 0
Two haikus 0
Strips 7
The lone wheat 3
Life that never was 3
Tide 4
I awake 5
Lúthien 5
Gone with the whales 2
Picture 3
Perfect looks 2
You, here 3
Scarred 5
Fade 1