Don’t allow grey skies to dampen your hair,
soak up your shirt,
seep into your
socks.
Let the tears fall if they brew under-lid,
saltwater
cleanses and
soothes.
Don’t stay up late ‘til the birds start to talk,
spreading secrets
you don’t need to
hear.
Smoke always rises and wind blows you sideways-
even gorse ****
has bright yellow
bloom.
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 2:22 AM UTC
Don’t allow grey skies to dampen your hair,
soak up your shirt,
seep into your
socks.
Let the tears fall if they brew under-lid,
saltwater
cleanses and
soothes.
Don’t stay up late ‘til the birds start to talk,
spreading secrets
you don’t need to
hear.
Smoke always rises and wind blows you sideways-
even gorse ****
has bright yellow
bloom.
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