Swollen

Sky is moving

Swollen

Silent beast

Landscape slumbers

Winter sleep

City train travels

Pricks the grey-ness

With its steel

Trees are brooding

In the silence

Wet with melancholy

Whispers

There is a gathering….

Elemental arrival

Imminent

Hiss and spit

Sun is hiding

sulks

Behind the sky’s breath

By

Paolo Michell

 

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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