Again the pencilled greys
permeate the valley view
the evergreens veiled
a breeze that comes and goes
waves the willows wands
one bird hangs on
rides into the day
its feathers all one way
the sky is not
it left with light
though paled
the only stars
are those of houses
where ****** of colour
create their own terrestrial Milky Way
Margaret Ann Waddicor 2nd April 2016
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
Again the pencilled greys
permeate the valley view
the evergreens veiled
a breeze that comes and goes
waves the willows wands
one bird hangs on
rides into the day
its feathers all one way
the sky is not
it left with light
though paled
the only stars
are those of houses
where ****** of colour
create their own terrestrial Milky Way
Margaret Ann Waddicor 2nd April 2016
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