Saturday, 10 July 2010

7 chords, 1 voice

the sun rose up to find the moon in its place.
its face obscured by the wheat-patch.
circles, whisk and flat, and then it snowed.
cloud cover heavy and thick.

the sun rose to find the rain had been.
it had washed everything away.
my plans of a simple life, thwarted.
and it was darker than it had been in a long time.

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