Sunset mollifies,
Its ribbons of tawny yolk;
Milky and pensive.
Rain falls on my cheek
Or is it a salty tear?
I wipe it away
Rain falls on my cheek
Or is it a salty tear?
I wipe it away
Glum girl with gumboots.
Tangled, sodden web of hair;
Strangled by the cold
The moon is my light
Paths emerge out of darkness
But I am still lost
Rubber boots bellow
Puddles, alluring & pure
Annihilated
Fluttering to earth;
Dead now, falling to their graves
The leaves rest in peace
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