abrakadabra into this evening, this evening of mist and silvery-grey clouds abrakadabra flies the crow, the big, big, crow, can you see it – ? no you can’t, it’s made of stuff you can’t touch but it’s there, can you feel it – ? aaah, yes, abrakadabra the evening crow with its big wings, and… Continue reading oh! it’s poetry month!
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recycled poetry on a wordless wednesday
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