Posted in Poetry

Always the Sun



Hay harvest at Eragny by   Camille Pissarro

Today gave me an awful lot,
When it blew my sanity away.
The morning after, all’s forgot.
Tomorrow’s always a new day.


I write stuff of my interest that does not interest anyone in my blog. No grammarians, no copy editors, no marketers, no cynics are welcome.

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