Saturday 6 April 2013

NaPoWriMo Day 6 Poem 4 On platform 3 at Peckham Rye

An old man tells a woman
I am losing faith in humanity.
The woman says Dad,
the sky is too blue for that.

In this cold, 
her breath is a warm,
touchable mist.
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