NightA Poem by Connor
Quick and flash,
lone and brash, the instant of heroics, or artists and poets, never quick to die, cheat death, so sly, steal your breath for just a dime, the lush of forties, look back and laugh moonshine, moonlight the stash and the night.
© 2010 Connor |
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