the phoenix
Wednesday, 29 December 2010
Thaw
Silent ice yields,
dies in phlegmy looking puddles,
the world returns to the colours of earth
and we are shrouded now in cloud,
cannot see two fields away.
A fly in the bathroom refuses to die,
buzzes dark behind the thin curtain.
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