The lethargy line An occasional story, poem, or rant by Paul David Walsh

As I am walking with my love

The westering sun casts a long shadow

Oranging into red, oblating

As it settles it's weight on the horizon

A luminescent igloo:

A sliver of smouldering coal:

A spot of red, wave-dancing on the edge of the world.

 But the clouds still burn.

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this is me in my NaNoWriMo writing helmet.