Trickle

Lying still Windswept Held fast by the grime of years The view never changes Slowly you give to the wind and as the mountain of dirt succumbs you drift without direction then stumble upon a friend with minds alike you join forces to escape this filthy prison running down, down ever faster with each new friend at last to drip from the cill

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Robert A. Dufresne

Date: 1/11/2012 9:32:00 AM

an interesting write Nick and unique as I see it. The imagery is expressive and glad you explained the cill to Andrea. I did not inow either. More education for me

Darryl Davis

Date: 1/11/2012 7:19:00 AM

I rather enjoyed this :-)

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/10/2012 5:09:00 PM

I really love the imagery this conjures, NIck. What an interesting idea. The last year I've never used. or maybe you spell differently. What is cill?

Nick Bagnall
Date: 1/11/2012 3:21:00 AM

It's a window cill in the UK though I believe in the rest of the world calls it a window sill. To many dirty windows riound here :)

Dana Smith

Date: 1/9/2012 2:10:00 PM

I really enjoyed this one.. the imagery is quite fantastic. Thank you for this fine piece of work. Feel free to let me know when you have more up. Take care.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 1/9/2012 6:34:00 AM

Thank you for comment my _oem Nick. I like "Trickle" alot,sweet one.OXOX love Anne-Lise

Darryl Davis

Date: 1/9/2012 3:36:00 AM

One that make you think...nice :-)