Haze and Mist
To be expunged. To take a fresh call Wash the sand with sea, make anew footfall.
Saturday, February 4
Moment
Like the last orange
On an impersonal grey,
A sinking sun-curl
Far far away.
Soon the night will fall,
It will gobble-up all.
Rest, with her black spell,
man, to wake another day.
Barrier
An airy quality
b
uoys me up
Barring my brave plunge
Into the abyss of love....
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