14 March 2016

fromfourlanes

an eggshell-blue day

seagulls whitening a sky

scoured clean by the wind

thumbprints in the field

where the roundhouses once stood

filling with water

the rain of all the winters

rippled with our passing lives

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Author: andreacconnolly

I am on the bark to NEVEREND

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