Nov 2021
Beneath the tree
a sparrow sounds familiar
this is the loneliest evenings hue
The Plane trees sing
their orbital rush
Sorrow is a foregone shadow
grazed by the evening's clouds
a sparrow sounds familiar
this is the loneliest evenings hue
The Plane trees sing
their orbital rush
Sorrow is a foregone shadow
grazed by the evening's clouds
(60/M/croydon)
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