Tuesday, 6 August 2019

Melancholic Tonic (Summertime Blues)

In whithering blue
The baking wind
Bites the bitter haze
On the barley scene 
As Melancholia pours itself
In cut grass
Accent days
Green in red slides
A distant 125
Bites the bitter pill
And all that's left
Is to run
To the autumn hills

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