Anomaly & Words Of A Writer


You walk along the river bank, tree to tree.
With black wings and broad shoulders.
Singing for yourself but everyone listened.

Time gone by your eyes have yellowed but your tough as a snake.
Open the book on it's spine, spin of the wheel you pick over the difficult anomaly.
Turn your eyes down, focus on the task at hand as the written phrases float by.

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A cryptic work that came to mind in a way that I described myself as a writer