Brick by brick and brick on brick
The walls make warmer silences now.
Caverns of prayer are too much for
Those with busy lives to fill and
Somehow the drops of water born of air
On cold stone belong to another time.
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...