make the world rust in autumn
exalt in spring
grieve in winter
and surf in summer
their work is done playing with the earth like a marble
askew in space tilted
in the imagination of a child given to games nobler than work
make the world rust in autumn
exalt in spring
grieve in winter
and surf in summer
their work is done playing with the earth like a marble
askew in space tilted
in the imagination of a child given to games nobler than work
Just read “tropics…”. Nice one. Ian
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Deep, puzzling metaphor here MH
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