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Wednesday, 6 January 2016

Contour & Contrast

You too are complicit
With the uneven answers
Wedged as you are
Heading to the precipice

Then to fall back on beauty
Hard snows, black rocks
Winds across the old moors
Warm sun, blue skies
Breezes over the salt marsh

Even in the lonely hour, with
Only the mind and the pen
Ever then the happiness
The calm of confusion
Reaching for the stars

To still believe in love
Good news, white light
Letters in the boxes
Expansive, with clear hope
As ink flows from the fountains


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