This entry was posted on November 27, 2013 by tama baldwin. It was filed under Uncategorized .
The blurred brushstrokes of a drunken gardener
are seeking the serene from behind the glass prison wall.
Capturing combed land where the white falls,
contemplating the eventual spring,
November 28, 2013 at 1:08 am
December 2, 2013 at 7:26 am
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