I opened a new window
Our hands are lovely
Lost in sound
drowned in sound
found in sound
Lost inspiration
Everything expired by sound
A bird cry like stretching an old elastic band
Creak screek silence
The creak screek then
No wind, just cold.
Gentle climb
Soft gradient
Perpetuates steam
Finds me in water
Looks up for the word
Saves me on paper
These are only gradients
Putting on armours
Redstone gauntlet of Dunsline
Free gift
No location
Floats into the distance
Dusts over the trail
Buries small treasures
Papers over the cracks
On the Transpennine Express a child
Sits down in wonder
No seatbelts !!
Lost furnace.
( emptied my mind a little )
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