I sit at my desk
Surrounded by images,
Memories
Of bygone days
When sunshine's rays
Stabbed at the gloom.
Tendrils of tunes
Whisper through my brain
And settle like rain
On a soft summer's day.
With shaking hand
I scribble on card,
As a guard
To protect these treasures
Which I toss to the skies
In the hope that your eyes
Will rest upon them
And smile.
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Owain Glyn
YOU ARE READING
Windswept
PoetryThis is only a small selection of Windswept The full collection is due for publication by Outerbank Publishing Group very shortly. It can be pre ordered at http://www.outerbankpublishing.com/store/#/Windswept-Poems-of-Love/p/53782074/category=141870...
