a black-clad harridan sits in the parvis
gazes into the dark sky with watery eyes
knobby yellow fingers stick out from mittens
like tilted candles on the requiem stone
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2019
a black-clad harridan sits in the parvis
gazes into the dark sky with watery eyes
knobby yellow fingers stick out from mittens
like tilted candles on the requiem stone
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2019
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Good job here. And thank you very much for liking my blog.
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Thank you so much for visiting ours! 🙂
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Thank you, Tetiana, for words that rise from the page. You are a true imagist! Well done. Thank youtoo, for the support on my “Poet” blog post, a story of love and hate, of destruction and creativity – and true, at that! Blessings, Will.
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And thank you for visiting with us, Will! You are so right about Tati being a true imagist. I think her poetry has only been getting better and better and better these last few years!
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