Meadow’s Edge On 2017061720170617 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems The red meadow sits: I don’t want To stir perfection = = = = = (Why I do not cross. – Owen) To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMore Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading…
Lovely and lovely.
I like this 5-3-5 form
I have more of those (“Lunes”) than any other form.