the hanging trees
gather|
to greet the mourning sun
shrouded in mist
they rear up from the gloom
blackened and ancient
they await the return
of the black-cowled monks
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Wednesday 22 January 2020
the hanging trees
shrouded in mist
they rear up from the gloom
blackened and ancient
they await the return
of the black-cowled monks
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