Aug04
New poetry written by Nathan Cocker from Poetry-365.com #Wolf #Time #Poetry #OnThisDay #Poetry365
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When do I begin? Where I heard the wolf howl? If all at once laughter escaped the twisting dawn, If in reflected midnight sunsets a secret touch is felt will dark fingertips journey? Soft everything. A red blue calls and the forgotten city remembered hurries still. Will I forget to remember the sleeping memory shadow?
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