There was a white half moon in the starless sky -
We walked past the Jewish Cemetery -
I thought of the wind which had swept away story tellers and gentle congregations -
Even here, in this louche quarter, I heard the music of dark times -
Women with long black hair flew over the roof tops -
Foxes guided us over the pavements -
Words were given us to write upon our tongues -
00.15
4 July 2017
Southsea
Hampshire
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