An unstructured attempt to make writing - any kind of writing - a regular part of my day...in the seclusion and privacy of the internet.
The chaos part will become evident straight away.
Saturday, October 10, 2015
late autumnal lament
with fading sun
my hands grow cold
no respite save
my morning coffee mug
cold hands 'til spring
which through the night
earn little more
than recoil of my love
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