Under the
blood moon
The silly
street lamp
Feels bright
The blue sky
And the
golden sunrise
But the
withering grass
The spinster
Buying
bread, cheese, apples
And
gardenias
Flickering
candle
And the rain
kept pouring down
Riders on
the storm
Three
quarters of moon
A freight
airplane passing by
Clear
shadows on ground
Passing the
tavern
With the gay
coloured toucan
Three geese
high up
A new wiper
blade
The layer of
dirt has gone
What a brave
new world
The mists
are lifting
Spider’s web
in morning sun
A fly with
wet feet
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