by Helen Tzagoloff
In the rays of winter sunshine
at four o’clock in the afternoon,
the river is calm, an opal
of greens and blues and reds.
At four fifteen the sky is grey,
the river dark and turbulent.
Originally posted 2008-10-30 11:40:03.
by Helen Tzagoloff
In the rays of winter sunshine
at four o’clock in the afternoon,
the river is calm, an opal
of greens and blues and reds.
At four fifteen the sky is grey,
the river dark and turbulent.
Originally posted 2008-10-30 11:40:03.
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