360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

one hundred and twenty two degrees: ‘what took you so long…’

Let The Right One Slip In ~ Morrissey

one hundred and twenty two

Looking for colour, old box uncovers. Buried, memory. Notes, and pictures. Keepsake, strange. Squirreled safe, away. Bad appetite, for drama. On cue, wind picks up. And steals. Page from off, the floor. Twirls, through twilight. And flies. Finding, rest. Oaken omen, reminder. This that, I know. I have, to keep. Letting you, go.

Let the old dreams die…

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