(Billy Mills, poet, editor, formerly literary journalist at http://guardian.co.uk)
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journey
of leaves
across
the sky
journey
of leaves
across
the sky
goodbyes
of autumn
stick to the sole
of my shoes
the sky says
it will soon
be winter
and the scars
of these decaying
months
will soon be
covered
in the stillness
and silence
of a whiteness
in which
we can breathe
again
goodbyes
of autumn
stick to the sole
of my shoes
the sky says
it will soon
be winter
and the scars
of these decaying
months
will soon be
covered
in the stillness
and silence
of a whiteness
in which
we can breathe
again
the silence
of absent
wings
winter's
harshness
the spider finds
refuge
in my room
the silence
of absent
wings
winter's
harshness
the spider finds
refuge
in my room
breaks
in the morning
sun
.
damp soil
scents
the early
breeze
breaks
in the morning
sun
.
damp soil
scents
the early
breeze
in our palms
allowed it
to welcome
the morning
dew
in our palms
allowed it
to welcome
the morning
dew
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a world
losing
colour
losing
the word
of voice
clouds
fill birdless skies
with the inflamed
shiver
of silence
a world
losing
colour
losing
the word
of voice
clouds
fill birdless skies
with the inflamed
shiver
of silence
child / smile
child / smile
endings
breath
that falls silent
at the moon
endings
breath
that falls silent
at the moon
of summer
I watch you
slowly
die
of summer
I watch you
slowly
die
way
slows
me
down
each
corner
a
new
poss
ib
il
it
y
until
the
next
way
slows
me
down
each
corner
a
new
poss
ib
il
it
y
until
the
next
dancer
in
the
mirror
is
just
as
bad
as
me
dancer
in
the
mirror
is
just
as
bad
as
me
to
prayer
crow
leaves
the
morning
roofs
to
fly
cry
aloud
for
the
world
to
prayer
crow
leaves
the
morning
roofs
to
fly
cry
aloud
for
the
world
turns
into
pain
the
sharp
twinge
of
an
ageing
frame
turns
into
pain
the
sharp
twinge
of
an
ageing
frame
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sound
the
paper
makes
words
baked
by
sun
sound
the
paper
makes
words
baked
by
sun