Cold sunlight 

Badly drawn boy.

 

Cold sunlight


Shooting pains

Plans shot

Lines of communications

Enemy lines

 
Sometimes the sunlight just don’t reach

Dappled shade and no wind

Carry and curve

Bypass

 
Things in life flicker and fade

Away are those who once stood firm

Twist and turn against the light

Recede into the outskirts of memory

 
And at least today

In a fuzzed Spring way

It’s beginning to get me down

 

 

Sloth out. 

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