by BentleeSmith Falls, Ontario, Canada
Aug 2009 734 Views 2 comments
faustino rouge
A galleon On the sea three masts high, the crows nest flies a crested flag, bears her home land thats sent her abroad, a toiled 15th century, the hold's locked by key, the bow's adorned in carved sensual identity, prevailing winds fill her sails, clustered choral's darken blue, the edge of the world's somewhere's away, faustino rouge of spanish port away now five eighty days . . . . . . . . . .
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Posted: Aug 2009
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:) inspired by a Spanish wine i used to buy years ago.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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