Monday, 28 September 2020

Trevor J Potter's Art: (1) Listening to Scriabin.(Completed Poem) (2) The...

Trevor J Potter's Art: (1) Listening to Scriabin.(Completed Poem) (2) The...: Listening to Scriabin. (Completed Poem). Burdened with sound The air becomes dark, like the depths of the ocean; Slow waves moving over...
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