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Shaping Clay
In my hands shaping clay
with a splinter of death
as my shadow stalks
across the moors
playing host
to lost ghosts
like smoke drifting away
piping the moonlight
with wrath being the pain
in my hands shaping clay
with a splinter of death
as my shadow stalks
across the moors
playing host
to lost ghosts
like smoke drifting away
piping the moonlight
with wrath being the pain
in my hands shaping clay
Published 6th Feb 2022
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10th Apr 2022 5:45pm
This is a wonderfully executed Paladrome poem.
Very clever
Thank you for sharing
Enjoyed!
Very clever
Thank you for sharing
Enjoyed!
10th Apr 2022 6:53pm
