25.1.15- Year of Sorrow
Year of Sorrow

25.1.15

For a minute I forgot that the lights were out

And the bridges weren’t mending

The doors creaked like a broken home

But it smelt like wet sand

And a lighthearted freedom that came looking for you

Better late than never.

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