05 Tuesday Nov 2013
Posted in NaBloWriMo, poetry
FAding
iN
riGht,
thEy watched
oveR-
it hAd
beguN.
the eveninG
startEd
fiRst.
it hAd
falleN,
straiGht
linEs,
an houR
After
the wiNd
had beGun
thE
dRift
Against the
beyoNd
Grounds,
thE highway
disappeaRed
the Animals
wheN home.
Good.
shE asked
no More.
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