Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.
~ Maxwell Bodenheim ~ American poet 1891-1954
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posted by xola at 7/03/2008
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.
~ Maxwell Bodenheim ~ American poet 1891-1954
~
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3 Comments:
Who is the artist?
Artist is Anonymous!
This is the bark of a tree I passed on a walk with Greg.
No way!
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