Wednesday, 12 September 2012

Forest and sunshine

Beautiful Avondale.

The world hurls its outrageous arrows at you, an unjust world, as the arrows pierce the skin,
and still, late afternoon sunshine penetrates the trees between showers,
and around you ancient trunks,
and before you a straight path,
and those arrows land harmlessly in the grass as you walk towards the sunshine.

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