Jul 2016
a wind of old nails
broken stones
the sky a guilt of rain
all these stunted trees
grasp over wet moss
seagulls are unborn children
that cry over the tundra
this is the end of a measured world
this is the e nd ofa mea sured wor ld
broken stones
the sky a guilt of rain
all these stunted trees
grasp over wet moss
seagulls are unborn children
that cry over the tundra
this is the end of a measured world
this is the e nd ofa mea sured wor ld
the last line is so written with intent !
(63/M/Germany)
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