Monday, January 23, 2017

Crib Of Sun

I love the words in your poem: ". . . Indeed, he saddled himself with luxury
of oblivion. The success around him was most obstinate. . . . " very nice .-fbrew

Posted by Satish Verma at 9:41 AM
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