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Road to Ashington

Down cobbled lanes
the wind cries with repetition
the willows yonder shed their dreams
We are as broken vassels
set on recoil
the pascal lambs baying
the skies tempest
dark buildings stretch.
Raised by startled faces.

17 Jun 15

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Nothing to say except it's beautiful, shows the picture and the day.
 — Isabelle5

Thanks you Isabelle
 — useine

good poem
 — rivergood

the willows yonder shed their folliage
 — rivergood