Mirror (Adrian Green Poem)
There are no lies in the morning no cheating of age an illusion of eye smoothing skin over bone. No ...
There are no lies in the morning no cheating of age an illusion of eye smoothing skin over bone. No ...
Pottering around the stage, a hyperactive ancient in his own backyard - independent of the band it seems. Disrhythmic shuffling ...
Not blues in twelve but there is joy and pink champagne, the maker's music trading eights in syncopated synergy from ...
Drifting on a tide from long ago, They swing at anchor silently Wreathed in early morning mist, Like ghosts grown ...
The curlew and the heron call, the hissing mud and whispering wings beat eery through the idle air until the ...
New moon on the lake. Your voice and the nightingale serenade springtime. Full moon on the lake. Your voice and ...
Some like to dominate, others caress a voluptuous rhythm on pliant strings. This pulse drives life through wanton counterpoint, the ...
in the soft jazz and midnight hour your eyes are dancing close to mine a sway of hips, a touch ...
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