When pinpricks break the velvet drapes of night,
An august air, long and lonely,
When life takes silence's brittle form.
When basking stones have lost their warmth
And meadows' eyes are closed in sleep,
When love's leaves have fallen.
Then comes a song, an aria,
Lodestone's reassuring pull to home, the core,
And the star that guides and gathers me.
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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.
But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.
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