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The dirty-white sky
And far away
The treetops, brittle and bare and even
Like the fine edge of some giant’s brush
Pushing up the horizon
Away from the damp earth.
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I think that the whole world is asleep
Or longing for sleep
There is no fire in the day
Nothing to wake the mind or stir the senses
And nothing to remember
Nothing moves but the cold wind.
Copyright 2015
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