by Sive Klaas   Dec 11, 2020

It's a work of art.
The structure so further so far
Painter'd in grey up close the heavens.
Nature at times works in grey not in green.

It wrinkles in Worcester
Telling old tales of storms,
Hovering just on it's head.

Oh poor thing, so pretty,
I can't just stop staring at you.
May you live long,
with those terrible old tales and trails.


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