Timothy Marshal Nichols


Reveries Of An Imaginary Landscape No.8 - Running Free - Poem by Timothy Marshal Nichols

Running foot free
with abandoned, with laughter, kisses, smiles
through the red grass, ripe, sun shining

Collapsing in exhaustion
and watching the hillside, the wispy clouds
the sun setting, effervescent, colourful

Walking home
graceful, languid, tired

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 13, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 18, 2012


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