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Summer's sun has set

Light lingering, shadows draw

I sit, reflecting

26.5.15

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Strong gusts shake the boughs

Rolling, shimmering in green

Spring light’s glint and shade

12.5.15

Sat atop the tor

Sat atop the tor

Weathered granite aspect

Lichen patches, pale celadon

Eyes closed, mouth open

Wind sweeps, invades me

I become its instrument

Looking now, I see you

Sat beside me

Shared moment

Cloud steals over

Shadow crosses rock

Sliding away

Looking again

Looking back

A trick,
Shade of memory


I didn't just believe it, I knew it, for so long, and it turned out to be an illusion.

I still don't understand it.



Oct 14 - March 15

Edited 25.06.15 to fix the text colour of the last three lines, which for some reason were different from the rest of the text.

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Oilseed fields, fierce bright

Pushing up against a sky

Patchwork grey and white

5.5.15