Tuesday, 31 May 2016

There are days

And then there are days.
creaking in the halls,
echoes in the calls,
dreams in those echoes,
at the end ...  a shadowy corridor, 
a tunnel ... a bridge or a funnel?
upside down in a frown
crystal clear in muddy brown 
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