the morning started with fog <br />and now late, a dark sky hangs over Brisbane; <br />in the West a child has scrawled <br />untidy clouds <br />over the sun <br />and the remaining pieces of silver <br />are eaten like potato chips <br />by the night <br /> <br />the winter night <br />takes the sun in her ample breasts <br /> <br />the moon looks helpless on the opposite side<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-sunset-2/
