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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Tuesday, 8 December 2015

wrought for thought

Wrought for thought.

Short of reality,
I stare at my phone,
appreciating a portrait,
of moss green canopies,
holding onto spring leaves-
dabbled by the evening sun,
beneath which lay a shadow;
harbouring drive by travellers,
who hath not seen the marvellous-
beauty painted by our lord Almighty...

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