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Lonely October
When cold air descends And days are cut short There's nowt around That'd lift a mood Each black, bare morning A frosty monotony, stark as nude A hope of snow, to dress bare trees An Ambitious dream A slumbering sound, like a whistle Tones the mind, thoughts to the beat A collage of liquids, Present mists A painting in progress, later's gift Distraction is born, familiarity returned Gaunt, jaw dropping attraction Splendered, free of the storm A raging fire, among frozen wood Follies away, a private pondering An encounter untapped, a warming dance Rippled waves, suspended in air A flow of virgin golden, innocent as sin Like a sun drenched waterfall, Flowing about diamonds Navigating meanders, of clustered snakes A naked softness, untouchable now As I’m ripped from the warmth, of my secret snug Stolen time, an early departure Always too early, no matter how late The cold sleet begins to drag itself again Again in dead, rotten clumps, Raging elements to be braved Like a record skips, dampening an explosion Funded by distance, longing's its powder A slender, rounded Mecca evaporated Slipping through my clutching grasp, it’s gone Gone again, to start anew I, left to face the shrill bore of winter once more I'm working on this piece at the moment, alone. It's difficult to gauge its readability for an outsider(naturally, because I understand it). I'd very much appreciate if someone could give it a quick read and let me know. This is one of the first times I've written something without a planned structure so it feels very rough. |
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