Saints And Solitude Poem by John Copse

Saints And Solitude



Asleep on a bed of rushes
In an obscure church corner
Is a man called idle
Who thinks of saints and solitude.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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