John Thorkild Ellison

Rookie - 113 Points (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

The Foreboding - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

You will not find them here, or anywhere perhaps,
But every now and then there is a hint
Of empty streets,
And down past alleyways and hidden squares
The tall, dry rooms of our illicit love.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 21, 2005



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