Root in the air, and its leaves eating dirt. Dig for apples;
Anyone? moT is black-washing his fence, in Hannibal, the
Story seems never to begin; doesn't it? Help, ecilA, pull me
Out of the blinding mirror that's trapped us here.
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STAI LEGGENDO
Poets of Life
PoesiaThis is a epic poem broken up into cantos and cover the inner voice of my poetic mind. The cover photo belongs to the author, Olan L. Smith, and all copyrights apply.
Canto V: A Dreamer Dreamed a Dream Dreamt
Comincia dall'inizio
Root in the air, and its leaves eating dirt. Dig for apples;
Anyone? moT is black-washing his fence, in Hannibal, the
Story seems never to begin; doesn't it? Help, ecilA, pull me
Out of the blinding mirror that's trapped us here.
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