March 13, 2019Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment UNWANTED I could scribble a line or two in lemon juice when the heat of your iron unveils the colour of my hopes it should be brown and not white. COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2019 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 