they don’t desert me

there is always

and there
is always

grey rain

they are
in my
winter garden

and in

they sit
beside me

two friends


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2 Responses to they don’t desert me

  1. I like this poem which I read as I am looking out into grey rain on my gorgeous roof terrace. Only a day or two ago I was out there sunbathing in my bikini and getting sunburn. Last night there was so much rain which had a power cut which as this is London is practically unheard of. I am hoping the sun comes again!


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