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Posted by on Dec 30, 2021 in Poetry | 0 comments

Days I Could Not Find

days I could not find the sun
darling so blue without you
day doesn’t die, it does it blind,
it furies, it comes and goes
in braided bells of birdsong
swells and hollows in grey
curtained woods laddered
with shadow and copper

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