Author: leona allen
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A John Clare Mood
The restlessness Within my chest Flickers and dabs Drip drab paints Across my bones Within my veins But the sky Oh! The sky Is full of grace Purple, reds and oranges embrace A sunset’s beauty The crescent moon’s imperfect face In profile Giving just a taste Of what’s to come Of one’s life place …
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martes
Post numero uno. Why wait til the next clean week the next clean month the next clean year to begin? When cleanliness and clarity arrives like a package in the post Sometimes dead on time Sometimes between the hours of 9 and 12 Sometimes lost in transit Fickle, beautiful life It’s about living right now…
