A Cleave poem In the form of two Tankas thick heavy droplets cloudy, directionless the sun pulls up its blanket glowing with pigeon grey light weary, reluctant hazy horizon cozies upon bed of snow making dreams of distant trees covering the sleepy realms humanity cannot see How to read a Cleave poem? Simply: Read the… Continue reading Dreaming, or: Foggy
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