Ingrid in the bush When light of sun fades The bush softens, Becomes softer, the translucence That lit Bergman, The soft deflected haze of Eucalypt scented air in lazy Twilight, the dewy composition of Her face in wan tones devoid of colour. The day is closing, Ingrid is fading now, Into the eternal evening. James Aitchison
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