Friday, January 2, 2015

The White Harp Comments

Rating: 3.5

A shabby lustre torn from gloom dragged her bones into view,
rose from stone the white harp plucked by wind and crows,
its delicate air tangles and suffocates in bog cotton whispers
and the aqueous babble released from the mountain's bow.
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john appleby
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