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Friday, 18 August 2017

When salt loses it's taste

strangely
based on living
having to forget things
looking at another layer
dreaming

turning

autumn to winter

what was 
before it was

inner searching
turning old leaved
familiar musty smell
rotting thoughts 

no comfort
when life's autumn 
turns it's seasons
towards the winter

yet

never was there such a day 
only a breath away

edging towards 
glorious inevitability
scything of mellow 
meadowed souls



always
we begin
again