Oct 2015
This wind blows like steel
From the cotton fields
Across my backyard.
My hand holds a cold metal
Object.
It is sharp,
Shiny
But old.
Its a picture frame
Holding a memory
Of youth, love, and happiness.
- I am old and alone now.
©Jack Aylward,
28/11/11
From the cotton fields
Across my backyard.
My hand holds a cold metal
Object.
It is sharp,
Shiny
But old.
Its a picture frame
Holding a memory
Of youth, love, and happiness.
- I am old and alone now.
©Jack Aylward,
28/11/11
(41/M/Scotland)
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