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Aug 2014
Without you spiders spin cathedral cornice in the white room
Without you the heart is merely muscle shoving blood
Without you the wolf shivers and the mountain howls
Without you all lengths return to finitude attached to nouns
Without you the albatross sinks into the cradle of the spray
Without you summer is frost under the tree bark
Without you time's arrow lies mute in the quiver
Without you a man walks the beach, he can contain nothing but himself.
Written by
Lawrence Toms  Penarth
(Penarth)   
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