One of a pair of rusty hinges on an old five-bar gate. Over time the stresses had proved to be too much. The lower hinge had almost failed and most of the load was now being taken by this one. What power does this metaphor have for you and why?
Mist like moister
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The sun now sinks behind the woodland green
& twittering spangles glow the leaves between
So bright & dazzling on the eye it plays
As if noons heats had...
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