Daily Archives: May 8, 2015

River Silt

The sky is mottled. Shy and isolated patches Of pale blue pop in, out And stretch a bit. But clouds eat them up Ever so hungry. The sun struggles but fails To melt┬áthem away. They swarm, Eager┬áto swamp him, To … Continue reading

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