Originally posted on K Morris – Poet:
Birds sing Yet spring Is far away. The day Is cold. I think of arms that enfold And do not hold. The gold Coin doth spin And what some call sin Enters in. I think of a girl’s scent Of those who do, and then repent. I dwell…
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