Brilliant piece. Thanks for sharing.

…e illusive cockles of my heart
But trees drip on grey-white skies and weep
with leafless branches
clouds choking on their bilious temperaments
the threat of a further day of rain seeming inevitable
the consequence — a further downpour
upon my already saturated spirit
And now the cold edges the corners of the windows
blind and barely opened
splintering the wood fr…

A March on Thought …

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Sally A Mortemore