Apr 2015
A sofa in the wheatfield,
The moon, the wind-swept stars,
Your head so light
On this arm pillow.
I cannot move the pen.
It's hard to write a poem.*
Β© 2015 J.S.P.
The moon, the wind-swept stars,
Your head so light
On this arm pillow.
I cannot move the pen.
It's hard to write a poem.*
Β© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft.
("The Pearl of the Orient")
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