room is smaller
curtains hollow
hold the dust in
the south of birds
a candle gloams
the carpet falls
the old silk trails
in fullness down
a wilderness
the town below
the taller oaks
in midnight go
within the wind
and still so fare
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ayaladn 
Loved it, almost like touching the textures.>KB
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And you’re a wayfarer too.
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nice idea of something ‘hollow’ also ‘holding’- i like the rhythm of it all
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Thank you, Glyn. Do you think ‘curtain hollows’ an improved sense?
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