Leaves
The faded glory
In fallen drift
Dry and crackly
Dancing winds lift
Leaves
The faded glory
In fallen drift
Dry and crackly
Dancing winds lift
03-14-2010
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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