New Ends, New Beginnings

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Nostalgia In Reverse


Westerlies
clouds shafted with gold
Atlantic
travellers without
frontiers


carriers
of strange prophetic
atmospheres
and scents I cannot
yet translate

 

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Comments 3

 
Katherine Gregor on Tuesday, 08 July 2014 08:28

Beautiful, Rosy. Thank you for giving us travelling wordsmiths a safe haven.

Beautiful, Rosy. Thank you for giving us travelling wordsmiths a safe haven.
Rosy Cole on Tuesday, 08 July 2014 08:58

Thank you! Welcome, both! It's lovely to see you at the new venue. Looking forward...

Thank you! Welcome, both! It's lovely to see you at the new venue. Looking forward...
Orna Raz on Tuesday, 08 July 2014 13:13

This is so lovely Rosy, I admire you!

This is so lovely Rosy, I admire you!
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