Brief excursions
Lost in rhyme
I don't know
the lot of it all
I'm a scarecrow to the dawn
twice rising to the bird song
needing a manifest
a voyager in the perilous seas
The eye of our little God
makes me smile
come on home
take this hurt away from me
The tree of life taketh
haunts my nights
brief excursions of ecstasy moon
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2024
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