Winged beauty

 Next years

Stretching minds, my mind…minds

Reach for next years diary…already filling in spaces with inane things

One thing to be proud of is my aim

It’s a long time since there was one of them,

To have on my kiln of stones at the end

Rough undressed and pock marked…me on a good day…and the tarnished surface reflected

Oh……

I saw a fairy and a pixie today at a Palace

And that made me very happy








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