Like Thoughtful Meat
Where is spring?
Sunset holds the breath,
Where are days watching light orbit earth?
Gone the orb, the cusp of heartbreak.
.
Positivity clawing from black,
An impossibility it’s true,
Remaining powerless,
Like thoughtful meat.
Where is spring?
Sunset holds the breath,
Where are days watching light orbit earth?
Gone the orb, the cusp of heartbreak.
.
Positivity clawing from black,
An impossibility it’s true,
Remaining powerless,
Like thoughtful meat.
What happened to winter? In two weeks it passed in a chilly, monotonous haze. The raw, frigid, dry, nights flew through the sprawling urban desert. Spring is now the feeling of the ideal evening air. The dry, warm days are now a perfect northern late May day. Spring flew by in just a week, early summer has struck. This is my seasonal warp: A mini tale from Arabia 🙂
Beautiful Ed 🙂
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