Uneven
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1 min readNov 14, 2019
Waste
Of time, of day
The old clouds
Wither, turning grey
The old year slips seeds,
As long night sinks in
We sit under
Blankets, under the finger of frost.
Thank you Harper Thorpe for the wonderful One Line Poetry Prompt over on the fabulous Chalkboard! Do come and play along!
