Tattered clouds
In a bone white sky
Like broken birds
Go sailing by
Darkened water
A wrinkled face
Draggled torn
Like ancient lace
The old year sheds
Her colours bright
And silently slips
Into the night.
Tattered Clouds
Two Women and Some Books
Tattered clouds
In a bone white sky
Like broken birds
Go sailing by
Darkened water
A wrinkled face
Draggled torn
Like ancient lace
The old year sheds
Her colours bright
And silently slips
Into the night.
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I’m not usually a poetry person…but I love this.
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