don't they know
that a feather trembles
for only one heartbeat
in a hurricane
before being consumed
by the hungry wind?
don't they know
that the same breeze
which caresses trees
and whispers through leaves
will strip flesh
and shatter bone?
Saturday, 28 January 2017
Sunday, 8 January 2017
Frail Love
Our troubles turned the sun away.
Blind night flies in slow, on cold wings,
Comes to roost and waits, a vulture.
Even meteors find their rest in time,
Shattering, unmourned,
In places where no-one hears.
Blind night flies in slow, on cold wings,
Comes to roost and waits, a vulture.
Even meteors find their rest in time,
Shattering, unmourned,
In places where no-one hears.
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