By Terri Cassels
The sun paints the world in gold and purple
And silhouettes emerge from the skyline – trees,
dragging their blackened claws through the sky.
The day reaches, grasping,
and swallows you whole.
By Terri Cassels
The sun paints the world in gold and purple
And silhouettes emerge from the skyline – trees,
dragging their blackened claws through the sky.
The day reaches, grasping,
and swallows you whole.
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