This was written using the words in this weekends Sunday Whirl
A silver moon wept velvet shadows
stone dry voices rattled against gourds
the drone of industrious clamour
and buzzin’ lights rebound
clipped and curt
Childhood memories ripped and hollowed
As we crept by rust & echo
Matt I like how you used the words, using striking imagery to contrast lost childhood innocence with a cold, harsh environment 🙌
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