Re: Silver Lake Blues (a poem)
Tue Feb 4, 2020 17:13


  • Silver Lake Blues (a poem) Redjeans, Mon Feb 3 01:50
    The wind swoons against the curtains All my hopes seem vain. The gathering force of the day reduced to a middling drip on my window pane. The dreary night seeps into my bed chamber with its soppy... more
    • Re: Silver Lake Blues (a poem) Bronzini, Tue Feb 4 17:13
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