Wednesday 17 June 2020

A REMEMBRANCE



A foggy dawn
Ghost smiles of the sun
Net curtains drape a world
Twitching, the virgin veil blushes
with tides of colour
which ebb and flow
in and out of memory
Dots of birds
are painted as they fly
as grass grows into green
Painting by slumbers
We wake to colour.

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