many a ballad have been written by the rust about (Remove filter)
rust re: rain
simultaneous gratitude and spite
a train of string, spit and rite
moving mountains with slow cookers
chasing, dry-mouthed and parched
silent shadows of the desert
'why did you make me this way?'
questions tongued to a sky so far
high and indifferent
storms churning on to seed greener pastures
eyes glass, floating and searching
seeing everything but finding nothing
but the Titanic, lid...
Sunday 7th August 2016 12:13 pm
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