Friday, July 27, 2018
Morning Toast (A Tribute To Ernest Hemingway) by Anthony King
The pen has followed the heart,
With words that flow from mind.
A toast to start the brand - new day…
New adventures, still yet to find.
The waves they lap so gently
With a meticulous lullaby
The master makes his ready
To view, the suns arise.
The madness from the sleepless nights
Revisit in his dreams…
Now his words will spill in flurry
For the master has found the key.
Antony King 2018
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