Cast
out across the broken chimes
Of
your watch
At
the birth of the new year
The
wind is almost motionless,
Stretched
out across the orchard
Leading
to the wall
Circular
cut in half
Almost
kissing tongues
With
the drunken snow,
Begging
across the deserted chapel
Turning
a new leaf
Away from the darkness.(Week 1 asked for This week our idea, our theme, our suggestion is - how to approach a year or turn over a new year. My idea looked at it giving nature a voice of a new start at the beginning of the new year).
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