I wish I'd lain beneath the tree.
Michael Bowman Poetry
Wednesday 16 August 2017
Monday 14 August 2017
Angels
The sun with passion burning bright
The moon, her hair as dark as night
The purest tune, the words so clear.
The moon, her hair as dark as night
The purest tune, the words so clear.
Saturday 29 July 2017
Tuesday 25 July 2017
Wednesday 5 July 2017
Thursday 15 June 2017
Tuesday 6 June 2017
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