Thursday, 16 March 2023

One Poem by Angel Edwards

 



Phantom Harem

He has a harem
phantom harem

Visits nightly
past lovers
on parade

scarcely
room
for others
living

he likes
those
who
live
in his shade



Angel Edwards is a singer songwriter guitarist published writer published poet with 4 books from Vancouver BC Canada. Member of AFM local 145. BMI SOCAN

http://www.angeledwards.ca






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