Saturday, March 21, 2020

John D Robinson writes

Forgive me,
poor poet I am,
nailed to paper,
breathing ink
and spilling secrets,
exposing fault-
lines and beauty,
carving outlaw
publishing the
whispers of angels
and devils alike,
nothing better to do,
nothing more I
want to do.

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