It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my thoughts.
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Poetry at the edge of consciousness.............I enjoyed those lines...........Poetry touching as so softly like a small child's gentle and fragile hand aching to touch us to take it from the bed into our arms................YOur poems are very impressive and very nice..........
In my case, I the muse sees me coming and runs away. Nice write.10+++
Very impressive piece of poetry, such emotion 10