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These lines make me look at winter morning's differently. You have certainly been moved by winter mornings here in Canada.
Leornard is a natural poet and I look forward to reading more of his evoking poems.
It is clear that Leonard Daranjo is well on the way to becoming a poet of some significance.
And then the interminable voidThat stretches neverendinglyInto the desiccated planes of decadenceInsatiable, insidious and intransigentThe monster feedsOn the spoils of its own makingIn a desert laid bare by a cruel midday sun