Let go an avalanche
Of words and people
Who should know better think
You’re a whirl-wind descending Parnassus—
As soon as you
Watch your white spaces,
Right off they rightly sense
A lull in the storm but
Draw a blank as to why
They’re still buried under sheets.
You've got the words and the white spaces sorted here, Vassilis. Marvellous.
ReplyDeleteGood of you to say so with your always measured words, WB--thanks.
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