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A John Clare Mood

The restlessness

Within my chest

Flickers and dabs

Drip drab paints

Across my bones

Within my veins

But the sky

Oh! The sky

Is full of grace

Purple, reds and oranges embrace

A sunset’s beauty

The crescent moon’s imperfect face

In profile

Giving just a taste

Of what’s to come

Of one’s life place

 

 

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