From 642 Tiny Things to Write About
Today's weather forecast, if the television station fired the current talking head and hired a poet. A gust... The wind is stroking your cheeks, softly So Softly. The rays of sunlight slowly greet the fog so shy they are...timid really, but a smile is spreading out... In the north where the cold-bloods dwell... rain, heavy, is pouring on their forlorn shoulders, The sun is fighting a lost battle - forlorn, lost, a memory... The sea...rough, strong...a further gust, the clouds are wandering aimlessly, their souls restless, the wind their carrying mother...on, on...a further gust
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AuthorIn September 2015 I started a new chapter of my life by moving (temporarily or permanently, not yet decided) to England where I work and socialise now. Archives
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