days of stone
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by
fuchsia sunset so far from the city of her birth Ryan Stone
midnight wind, howling through the caverns of my mind Ryan Stone
fractured sunlight creeping through my shutters new year outside Ryan Stone
train whistle sounds grey in the night, smoke and dreams Ryan Stone
forgotten field tattered scarecrow waving to no-one Ryan Stone
unnoticed in cracked city pavement— daisies Ryan Stone
Despite the mist, the lack of light, they fly true south, those geese, while I remain, earthbound by age and pain. Ryan Stone
falling tears shatter my face— dawn tide pool Ryan Stone
silk corner cobwebs entwine yesterday’s dry husks, bloodless and rotting Ryan Stone
How many blue jaysSinging the morning, to hideHer departing breath? Ryan Stone
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