Winter was the ravaging in the scarified
Ghost garden, a freak of letters crossing down a rare
Path bleak with poplars. Only the yew were a crewel
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I did not understand. I would like to see more of your writing though
Very different poem the likes of which I have not read before, yes definitely would like to read more to understand. Somehow projects something powerful into my mind. Would like to read more of your poems, thanks for sharing