The sticky smell of fresh tar
Smacks my senses wide awake
Its pungent punch leaving me gasping
For the already less than fresh air
Of this high road of Olympic hope
Just caught up with your writing this week, what a treat to read your work. So beautiful. Your writing has a really calming effect on me, thank you! X
Thanks Alice! Glad you enjoyed this week of small stones.
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