Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Progressing Summer






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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