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Tag: night

  • Freedom

    Night was falling in the coppice-wood Each strand of light threadbare and bluish Thinned out into mystery The path darkened, populated by shadows The clock in the church tower struck The hour of the owls Something shrieked in the distance And a human shape approached on a bike I clutched my umbrella with sweaty palms…

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