The Clarence Place Artist's
Poems, observations, art and photography by Martin A Hopkins and Jessica L Nava
Wednesday, 29 May 2013
Wooden heart
I watched the forest;
Never saw the wood
For the trees though,
But I never could.
I always found
People to be
More wooden
Than vibrant trees.
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