DARK AND WET ONE WINTER MORNING.
Saintly lights with yellow halos
line the dual carriageway, and
drizzle wraiths, illumined, fall
like flour through a shaken sieve.
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Travis Brow
Thu 12th Jun 2014 06:34
Thank you Harry.
It`s all exactly (and poetically) good. But I
particularly like the sound of `drizzle wraiths`
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Travis Brow
Wed 16th Jul 2014 11:11
Thank you Natalie, i don't know where you are but if you look towards Manchester you'll see my big head expanding above the horizon.