by Ken W Simpson
Cotton clouds
in a crowded sky
the thunder of drums
a big bassoon
woodwinds
and sympathetic strings
harmonise with brass
percussion
flutes and violins
as the music fades
and a curtain
coloured pink and purple
descends.
descends
.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an Australian poet specialising in free verse., A number of my collections are available online at Amazon and elsewhere.
Last updated February 27, 2014