DREARY dressed in a blue storm,
broken twiggs break, and all the
ghost, run and run.
BARGAINS full of lonlyness, and
dressed in cold, and all the ghost
run, and run untill they make it back
home.
THE shadows hide from the sun, then
come back out and kiss the dark, for
in this dark, their safe and worn.
Very strong atmosphere in this one Thankyou for sharing your art Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow David, This poem is a little on the dark side. I guess during a storm things can seem dreary. Good imagery and Good Write. Very unique David.