Sunday 3 November 2013

Long Ears Swirled...



Long dark ears swirled in the twilight, rolling among the shadows of the flowers, above the mauve clouds hurtled across sky. The hares filled the evening with their anxious dance, leaping in the cool light, thundering their paws along the soft earth. The dirt cried out, it wished for sleep, tired of the long summer day. Fat drops of rain began to fall, splashes of sorrow to soothe the ground.

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