Back still
With the ripple
Of step down falling water
Restored
To lay over
The endless drone
Of articulated lorries
Whose highway robbery
Is to steal the silence
The quiet
Of lost generations
With ill fitting clothes
And shall we say
Creative
Colour combinations
It is a blue grey
Clear cloudy sky day
It has been, ever since morning
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