Tuesday, 5 May 2020

The Sky Over Corona



    
                                                   
 I sit,
        On an abandoned railway line,
        On either side a thicket of green.

My ears full of,
                         River Aude, spirit free,
                         Rushing, hurtling, chortling by.

Bathed in,
                  A deep blue, a clear blue,
                  Sometimes dimmed with blustery clouds. 

My words, 
                  Strain to express my heart. 

 

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