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Winter In The Sky
Steady beats the pulse of the sun
Wonder still leaps from its beams
Yet beneath a mask of bonhomie
That sad star is not what it seems
Watching its favourite run to waste
Hot tears escape that burning eye
Bound by nature to fry its offspring
Torch forests, put winter in the sky
What treasure this greedy satellite
Down the ages pillaged from space
Squandering ...
Wednesday 16th September 2020 11:11 am
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