Sunday 29 April 2018

I Made a Lot of Mistakes

Feathered flutter hovers over hollow mounds.
All things stay.
All things change.
Outstretched wingspan blustered over golfing grounds.
Drive away.
Hunting range.

Sunlight from Atlantic's reflection blinding.
All things stay.
All things change.
Overheard phonecalls of dejection finding.
Work away.
Rearrange.

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