Dandelions are brave
They have no fear of falling
From gutter to grave
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Luster Lost
Through evening haze the wintry sun shines weak and cold
Thin shards stretched far and low to fill my eyes with gold
Freeze-framed and silent, fifty summers whisk away
Seduced by light and cruelly tricked by evening's shadow-play
Thin shards stretched far and low to fill my eyes with gold
Freeze-framed and silent, fifty summers whisk away
Seduced by light and cruelly tricked by evening's shadow-play
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