A finite facade of finesse
There are steps to take to unburden the brain
It hasn’t rained a drop since mid September
I remember feeling a similar way then
The question has always been distorted slightly
Nightly thoughts have a way of leading me somewhere
Like a flare shot from another part of the island
The horizon, has stayed the horizon
Andrew/Borger/Writes 
This poem has a distant yet a very intimate feel to it! Thanks for sharing! 🙂
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Looking forward to read more from you! 🙂
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