Winter in the morningToday the fog is thick upon the ground And clouds of crows are hung upon the mist And through the thickness there is not a sound It was like this when I awokeWinter in the morning
The silent fields are distant creamy waves I put on all my chilly winter clothes 'Today is yours, all yours' Is what the crows seemed to croak
I climbed above the languor of the town Where trees were waiting stiff with brittle frost In wreaths my breath rose spectral in the grey As through the brilliant sun broke
Before he changedBefore he changedBefore he changed
I'd grown used
To dark eyes like pits of brackish water
Teeth curving
Ivory dusks, delicate white
That pervading smell
Lingering over everything
Animal. Fundamental.
The ripped furniture
My favourite shredded counterpane
Only these remain
He was what I lacked
He was tactile
One with the firmament
A vast, untameable beast.
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To Truly Look is to See - To Truly Hear is to Listen
Well that was a fun game of hide and seek, now to have a looksie at your gallery!
I'll see you around the house of Bush, and that didn't mean to give any reference to the White House..
Oh well, I'll mosie on before I make even more of a fool of myself..
Toodles!
xx
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We Make War So That We May Live In Peace.
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I smile because I have no idea what's going on
I am Tabatha in dA's ~Claimers-Club
Mwah x
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"What doesn't kill you make you stronger."
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I know who V must be
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islands of ecstasy in an ocean of ennui
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