Upon the soundless, crashing waves of light,
without which we must face each fireless night,
come colours – fine ‘n crude ‘n dull ‘n sharp –
to take a dying sun and paint the dark…
Image credit – pixabay
Upon the soundless, crashing waves of light,
without which we must face each fireless night,
come colours – fine ‘n crude ‘n dull ‘n sharp –
to take a dying sun and paint the dark…
Image credit – pixabay
william altoft 
Very dark and capturing imagery in this piece, William. 🙂
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