Saturday, 17 February 2018

The Familiar Creak Of Old Wood







The sky as cold and blue as the sea. 
Decaying wood standing strong in the air. 
Years pass and fragments drop. 
No vegetation has graced its structure for a lifetime. 
Wind blows through cracked grain.
The familiar creak of old wood.










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