"stillness
a squirrel burrows
stillness
cool spring breeze"
--@poemexe.com
"Krasnov Avon Sark"
pylons apparelled · in pale cerulean
at firstlight fossick · no fiercer lure
& tires' growl is telling
terrible the arrow
empire or ageing · body boding
rust in the mailbox
steer into glare · glistening new
world without will · to right any wrong
fact'ries furnish victors
fangplethora deathwards
cannot mourn · the moult of populace
ongoing ruthless
overpass reveries · rather droll than not
you get used to · yelled at by drivers
clouds bring to the broadsword
brutal drop their poppy
innocence & wind-dance
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