Last night I went to bed, thunder crashing in my head, the thumping of a big bass drum, clashing cymbals of a pitch unknown, my mind a buzzing with a swarm of bees, the rustling of near autumn trees, keen to make sense of the immersive swirl, orchestral movement in a whisking whirl, night wrench doth realise will bring no peace, have no sleep, no way will ease, a flightless breeze
I Canna See’
Canna see the light shining past yer heed or the shadow where yer are when yer lie deed canna see the sparra in the field of gold nay’ or se...
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