Friday night and the lights are low, I think back to what you said not …
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Month: November 2021
Daunting was silence; raisin sweet its departure
Where do moments brief go; with their champagne blush stretching upon vine, where do moments …
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In hue of sombre afternoon
At intervals he sighs, raises brow in anticipation; a habitual gesture, a foible, a trait …
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A Pocketful of Maybes
The trees are mad silhouettes against the rouge pink sky; perhaps they too need emptying, …
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