poetry & things


blue, how salt corrosion eats away

falling leaves, dead decay

here, then gone away

oh and there were rivers

climbed upstream

sleeping to lose yourself

in dreams

red the rust

of a long vacant stay

cold, the break away

how grey rains sway

uncaring of our names

orchard of trees

the dying bees

our fruit hung, with disease

lost to blight

falling to

our knees

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