IMAGES FROM THE DARK ROOM: THE LOOSE ENDS

Friday, January 10, 2014

THE LOOSE ENDS

THE LOOSE ENDS This morning’s sunshine Danced through my window, Like some new kind of magic, Chocking night away, Putting darkness to rest. While from their nest In the naked willow tree A red faced finch And his little mate Sing happy songs to yellow Mister Sun Who at long last has come And not a... Sign in to see full entry.

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