This is the place. This is the place.
the leaves are turning
yet the hinge at my neck refuses
to unhook our gazes
you simply remember rainbows
echoes edging the rain
yet the hinge at my neck refuses
to unhook our gazes
you simply remember rainbows
echoes edging the rain
and pause to wonder if this poem
will be reply or elegy
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4 comments:
Oooh look at those colours!
Lovely photo
Nice photo.
Thanks, friends.
I made the kids look up from their phones for this vista!
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