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Dead Leaves (a villanelle)
And the leaves of fall in a grand tree wither down
The wind howls and one by one whisks the leaves away
They become frail and turn brown
Darkness covers the sky and the land like a heavy gown
Sunshine tries to seep through the clouds but the sky is still grey
And the leaves of fall in a grand tree wither down
The water comes flooding and the tree might drown
Some fo...
Friday 5th February 2016 3:57 am
Chimes of silence
Everything, everything you gave my soul was sorrow
chimes of silence fill my melancholy,
among tears the naked word
lets its moan be heard...
Each tear has its scar,
each word ingratitude
Is this crucifixion or is love salvation?
The bitterness of all is your sordid ruthlessness,
the remoteness, where there is nothing,
just a corpse in my bed;
the sight of your wretchedness increases...
Thursday 4th February 2016 1:24 am
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