Sunday, December 24, 2017

The Harvest Comments

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The Harvest

Black, starless late September sky, the moon a golden scythe mowing down the old, harvest time. They had forgotten to close windows and chill will settle in old lungs, spitting blood.
Church bells toll.
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Manonton Dalan 24 December 2017

i am slowly moving towards that... i will keep myself warm though ..thanks for sharing and merry xmas oskar.

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