Paradise Lost Poem by Leslie Philibert

Paradise Lost



a small girl serious cycles
determined down a lane,
two crows flood over
a dark meadow, fast, slight,
and a cold rock filled
with gassers and haters
rolls round the sun;
good reasons to deny
this iced and distant ball.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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