"fleetle" poems
a dream--
a nightmare:
a trip by the campfire
a castle by the bridge.
a scream
a cry
a fleetle of flies.
& mayhaps a mellow
of peace belies.
if nightmares,
if dreams,
could thus divine--
if could remove i
a snake from my eye--
i still believe.
i still cannot lie.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC