Migrant

smithrf Uncategorized December 30, 2019 1 Minute

When I started,

the day spread

over and down

the greening hillside.

Now I’ve stopped,

the day retreats

behind the golden

glowing mountains.

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Scottish poet, History teacher, wanderer now settled in the south of France. Lives a life in every breath and often sees more than he should. View all posts by smithrf

Published December 30, 2019

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