Sunday 24 September 2017

First Love

First love 
Scorches the earth

Etches itself in memory
Just like those words we spoke

Then why did those embers die

More real 
There cannot be

But nothing lives in desolate lands
Where once the forests grew

And now eons gone by
Black gold is mined

(C) MS BACHELANI 
Shafeesthougths Sept 2017
Travelling southbound London Overground, and it's a beautiful day. 

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