Forgotten Ground Regained
After The Equinox
Sickly sinking sun ‧ on the moon's day,autumnal orange ‧ oil slick sky,baleful brightness ‧ blazing hazily,crisp leaves ‧ lifeless and dry.Mood swing matches ‧ merciless dusk,vapours veiling ‧ non-verdant Downs,I slink sunwards ‧ shielding my eyes,knife grimly ‧ glints in my hand.Six months sitting ‧ stuck in custody,nature renascent, spring's onset.Jury and judge ‧ just won't understand,that mean mordant ‧ Monday sunset.
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