Sunday, 8 February 2026

Ellie

Who can ever say, we warm on our bones, life like it is today, the picture's not kind, we can cry but won’t, it's not a pretty sight, thoughts get waylayed, the same at any Front, stuff is far from plain, like a dawning light, steals in without sound, forget our own cries, maybe take a train, find someone to love, it will come again, set our horizon bright, from places left and gone, choose another style, we are far from done.

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