it is a long time since the sun shone in long and low like that. does this mean it is spring soon?
i did not know you, yet when i saw that you were gone too, i felt sadly.
i stood and looked at the blackthorn trees.
black bird sings early, the same bird calls late . drown darkness.
&
small things shelter. there is much to research, decide to believe or not.
there are so many stories, re-enacted with a hyphen. there are watermarks left.
the lime kilns are empty now, yet the mass remains, the wonder at the shape. ( spring
will.)
sbm.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC
it is a long time since the sun shone in long and low like that. does this mean it is spring soon?
i did not know you, yet when i saw that you were gone too, i felt sadly.
i stood and looked at the blackthorn trees.
black bird sings early, the same bird calls late . drown darkness.
&
small things shelter. there is much to research, decide to believe or not.
there are so many stories, re-enacted with a hyphen. there are watermarks left.
the lime kilns are empty now, yet the mass remains, the wonder at the shape. ( spring
will.)
sbm.
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