blanket of white haze
the stench of smoke hangs
like a winter fog
sweeping reality through
a sleepy sunburnt city
blanket of white haze
the stench of smoke hangs
like a winter fog
sweeping reality through
a sleepy sunburnt city
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I smelt the fires this morning when I stepped outside…it is a very eerie sensation. Beautifully penned.
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Thanks. Yeah the whole day has been eerie. I work in the city and from the window it’s all white except for what’s directly beneath us. Hope all is well your end of town 🙂
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Hi sweet, yes all ok, I can smell the smoke when I go outside…but that’s us in Australia isn’t it…keep safe 🙂
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Beautifully written Charlie, I hear its been tough down your way. Hopefully the weather and bush fires improve over the next few days.
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Thank you, yes we are all paying for better conditions 🙂
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