Climate Change is natural
090909 Runes
Dusk like a dying mirror
Becalmed in an inland sea.
Dusk like a great closing eye.
Dusk as gentle as baby’s breath.
Dusk as smooth as glass.
Dusk like a dying mirror.
Daylight disrobed and discarded.
Naked in front a dying mirror.
And the stars, hard and bright climb slowly past her shoulder.
Squidoo
