The sky poured
Down ice that day.
Let little drops
Of magic fall
On a moment -
So fragile; so pointless;
So far from reality:
As if to ask
Why we wept.
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About Me
- James R. Bell
- James R. Bell is a snarky critic, poet, satirist, and dis-illusioned preacher of nothing. He is currently studying English and Creative Writing at Northumbria and still has trouble believing that paid authors have to write about themselves in third person.
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