NO MAN'S LAND (2) 2011-01-29 On the threshold of a cosmos the warden whales Glide on ancient streams. In the distance lurks a viscous slick Of glassy silvery shimmerings. The wet rusty iron beams jut out, Bent by invisible forces. The windy songs of mired cormorans Drift away Somewhere far. Pascal Legrand Visiteurs : 283 Back to home