eternally cursed
laughing at us
his eyes shining
while talking in riddles
dancing by himself
as the sky falls down
on his head
Singing songs
without any words
a long lost philosophy
nobody has heard of
or wishes to know
his home a place
many fear to tread.
Francis H. Powell is amongst other things, a poet and writer of short stories. He has had three books published and will have a book published in spring. He lives in France, near Paris.
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