Sorrow

Even the arborial space 

Seemed to be sorrowful  

in its vernal  finery.

Hanging its many fingers 

Low and deep ,

Bowing to an invisible god 

whose anger and hate 

never truly dissipate  

but linger in the shadows 

waiting to spring out 

when least expected. 

Sorrow

◄ I lost you

Hold onto those thoughts ►

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Jon Stainsby

Wed 23rd May 2018 14:46

Thank you, Anya x

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