the colours

have fallen
fallen off winter’s

hinges.
The colours

have fallen

asleep,
deep,

seeping
away

like the letters

of a tired
newspaper

read and read

again
by the rain

and all its scars.
The colors

have fallen
in the fields,
the colours

are sleeping.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Doreen Dee