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A grey expanse hovers above the gloom, Matching the feelings of mass despair, A muted landscape of colourless features, Black skeletons of trees hanging bare.

Underneath the colourful fairy lights and tinsel, Unseen by the mulled wine fuelled shoppers, Dodging Christmas deals and Santa Claus’ grotto, Just hoping for someone’s worthless coppers.

A picture paints more than a thousand words, But one word can create a thousand pictures, A simple swipe of a great master’s old brush, A single line of the holiest of ancient scriptures,

A fire in the sky glows orange above me, Smoke billows lazily across the land, Filling valleys and troughs like bubble baths, Droplets freezing by Jack Frost’s hand.

Daylight fades in the blink of an eye, Dark shadowy trees against the sky, Leaves lay dying on the muddy floor, Frosts are knocking on England’s door,

thousand breaths in the darkness, Countless heartbeats from my chest, Every moment takes an age to pass, Restlessness messes up the old nest.

Rays of ancient light decorate the darkness, Gifts from far flung formidable giants, Grains of brightness from alien solar systems, Displaying for tonight’s street tenants.

They didn’t notice him at first low down, Even though he sat tall right in there,   Conversations flowed right round him, Sound waves rushed by quite unaware.

I must have been put together all wrong, All the matching tap in screws and faces, Randomly stuck with old tape and dry glue, All the Parts in the first convenient places,

Wilting leaves in the heat haze of September, The vibrant green fades into tired yellows,  Spent light factories producing the last sugar, Shutting down as the summer heat mellows,