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twilight isles

I think you may be

Smiling

When you see your sunburnt feet.

Remembering the traders

You bought trinkets from.

When the sunlit

Cartwheels

Of the twilight

Turn to dreams

And everything

Sounds empty

In the photograph.

There is time to fall

Apart

And sometimes time

To seize

You can’t catch the

Feeling of a hug

In pictures.

The strident lions

Stamp their ground

And gently play their song

Singing

This is what we sing

And what you’re working for.

My hip was bitten by

A windy door

Can’t set my feet

Everywhere I look just looks like

yesterday.

The tearing tides just

Swiftly

Strip the drifting shores I mind

Put them far behind

Shipped away

To twilight isles where I can’t find

Them.

Stuart Knowles

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