Poems of Lighthouse Bob
I'm Not Hidden #501
I'm Not Hidden I am not hidden from man for in the cool of evening's breeze I walk … Touch me if you can, trace me if you will, the faintest hush of quiet's whisper, still … on the mezzanine, and let a nuance bare my passing kiss and artist's pen draw light from the garden. |
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I`m Not Hidden #501
I`m Not Hidden #501