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A New Day
A sun of flaming red
aches for day,
slides up to blind
the weary travellers;
they do not see
the unfolding mist
hide the nakedness
of bony-black trees;
missed the slinking moon,
dusty light's first
swooning touch.
aches for day,
slides up to blind
the weary travellers;
they do not see
the unfolding mist
hide the nakedness
of bony-black trees;
missed the slinking moon,
dusty light's first
swooning touch.
Published 11th Nov 2018
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