Poem Three: Sunward Climber

Sunward Climber Hidden in Lake Erie Weak and weary A glitter pixie who sings Shakes her crinkle wings And says; ‘Down by the willow, deep like a pillow, Children cry for chivalry, oh so blissfully, And wait.” Pretty pixie was once a girly-wurly With no help in her flurry - Dust shimmers As she looks… Continue reading Poem Three: Sunward Climber

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