the sun is a stranger in the garden
and for days the sky has been blank.
clouds are a dirty sheet, washed with
a dark sock, and blackbirds are sodden
truffles, rattling abuse at the rain.
but still snowdrops have burst from the damp earth
waiting for the sun's soft kiss.
and for days the sky has been blank.
clouds are a dirty sheet, washed with
a dark sock, and blackbirds are sodden
truffles, rattling abuse at the rain.
but still snowdrops have burst from the damp earth
waiting for the sun's soft kiss.
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