Low sun bleeds pale gold, Spilling across the unwashed sky Bleaching everything it touches, Leaching life and colour. Bare trees fade to cry, Weak and feeble rays Diffuse and ineffective. Tired, worn world waits. Time Stands Still. Suspended between past and future, Fear and hope, Evil and good, Darkness and light. In this moment poisedContinue reading “Winter Solstice”
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