Love is all you need.
On scabbed paws,
love makes everything go away.
You are never alone with Love,
the master skin.
I Love beer.
And fish & chips.
Ginger headed damsels
in furies for the eagles.
Love is the batter
the rolling meadows,
song of oak
and woolen ministries.
The world beyond the clotted tendrils
is Love...
@Steven Francis poems 2011
Slip the noose of dying and madness for a time and share some observations with Welsh poet Steven Francis in this, his 5th collection of poetry.
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