The Writers Voice
The World's
Favourite Literary Website
Yours
by
Rusty Broadspear
Like oils, they provide,
Live and do not die
Ask not why
Digest and build
Take, re-form
To when winds fell
Rain shot upwards
Snow was smoldering
And the air like life
Was a gas, gas, gas.
Behold, grab hold
Mould
Take’em’n’shake’em
They’re yours
Closed doors
May open
Or slam shut.
But take them
They’re free
And they’re yours.
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