Where did she go?
Reflect the sea when you’re tired
Take that time for beauty
She takes a deep breath
A personal glimpse of Martin
Of Malcolm of Jimi
Aspire to the burden of the ground
The loftiness of the sky
No more image
No more drunk statutes
Ponds with clay souls of early death
Adulation is exaggerated voyeurs
No disappointments
Expectations of a Welsh poet
Singers flayed in fame
The world is only changed by God
Your structure is a patronizing goat
Lambs in the organic moonlight
Art before the posthumous future
Winds blow on the virgin bay
Conscience is birth
Writers in the winter cadre
Touch the pain of others
Your life a broken race
Wow! You’re first and all alone
Everyone behind you
Early graves
Your brother smoked
Your mother used food
Big artist of the family
Now it’s time to feel
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