![]() ![]() ![]() The telly re-tells these as they weren’t not #THEME HOSPITAL MOUSE STUCK FULL# Like oak, only older, stiller, stilling, waiting for a whispering wind to wake me from the silence, Like the now we know from breathing frettingĮmpty kennels these and other warnings. Opaque stones, warmed by evening suns, silhouette against ultra-marine seas of sombre stars, steal the sky for themselves, overpowering the moon’s sheen, slowly sink into morning: Us A life with no colour Obscured sunsets, drenched fields now soaked like soft felt cloth, set amongst struggling burned, speckled with magpies and ravens that truly knew this place Memories like Oceans finger the land, touching minds, pull away, drawing, as near but ever away again and again and again… I once knew Quiet, knew Quench, knew Waterfalls falling into summer daydreams, knew Lichen, knew thoughtful thinking, knew lasting tearful embraces … Now living in a kingdom of cackling crows, cawing against the crackling fizz of radio stations echoing in every background, Kneeling in a puddle of pitter-pattering birdsong feeling hazy rays of sunlight blazing through showering shadows of greying raindrops, knelt as in prayer, there, day after day after day… Orchards, vast, decaying, crumbling within pocked cement stone walls – keep-out! fruit pilferers,ĭust clouds clouding, only They know it is there …
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