Tell Me If The Lovers

Poetry Is A Sky Dark With A Wild-duck Migration.

The Moon Is A Friend For The Lonesome To Talk To.

I Fell In Love, Not Deep, But I Fell Several Times And Then Fell Out.

And All Poets Love Dust And Mist Because All The Last Answers. Go Running Back To Dust And Mist.

There Is A Warning Love Sends And The Cost Of It Is Never Written Till Long Afterward.