Karl Wendt
books are pleasant things
you can read them if you want to
*****
come grey dawn
so perfect and predictable
so give my tired wanderings
the peacefulness of rest
*****
we fold our hands
and close our faces
but underneath....
just think of summer sands
******
the sound of your
hair
burns like incense
in my mind
****
i sat among the pines
in the park
and listened to someone
play music in the dark
*****
a simple time
with apple wine
and daisies
spread upon a lap
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