The Cold Tap Sings

the p-word

A haikuesque section of ‘Fathom’.

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‘Les Nuages’

In Debussyan twilight
like a watercolour
behind an oil painting
a snippet of cerulean
peeps through
purple-grey clouds.

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Read more sections from ‘Fathom’ here.

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