Winterscore ©
Monday, May 5, 2014
A blanket on the day
A blanket on the day
The cloud cover is still
Time can be heard ticking
Future to now to nil
No sense of hierarchy
Randomness and ruin
Imperfection lurking
And chaos a shoo-in
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