A journey with patterns
Friday 28 April 2017
day 15
a delicate curve
marks the spot
where two truths come together,
are blown off by the weather
a soft word or a swift bird
only exist in the storm's
bleary, weary eye
they settle on a branch
like two molten clocks
drooling on the warm
rocks below
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