Lights blot out the darkness
and silence never comes
The noise of a town
That never shuts down
The peace of the country
A town starts to encroach
The building site harvest
is constant reproach
©cih17, 23:15, 23.11.17
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
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- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.