In dappled light beneath the Linden Hans Biebow the Mayor circling his temples tries to still his thoughts Thoughts that want to fly They ask too much Perhaps they are insane How can he hold ten thousand sparrows?
Poetry, writing, life
In dappled light beneath the Linden Hans Biebow the Mayor circling his temples tries to still his thoughts Thoughts that want to fly They ask too much Perhaps they are insane How can he hold ten thousand sparrows?
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations. View more posts