Friday, October 27, 2006

Claridges Comments

Rating: 5.0

The same discrete blue paper and the old quill pen still play
upon the mind to summon summer's memories as day
melts darkling sky from dusty pink to inky undertones, -
extrapolating time's ebb tide, when flesh fades from the bones.
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Jonathan ROBIN
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James Smith 21 March 2016

I have only ever passed by on the other side of Claridges but I can appreciate your poem all the more for that. Thanks

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