I empty my mind of figures I empty my mind of figures And fill it with prayers I walk the avenue Guarded by beech and chestnut Over golden leaves That would outdo Solomon Share this: poemPrintMoreTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... By timmyconway poet View all of timmyconway's posts.
