Eb Skinner Poems

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When I Live In A Field Of Statues
The first light shines and hits the frost
like scattering diamonds my heart is long gone
wandering the icebound paths, loved and lost
and streams glassy with rippling trails left by the swan
perfect neglect I find in thee
whilst autumn gems and winter jewels cover ground and stone
gargoyles and angels could be . . .
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