Harvest
Bone dry shadows,
peer from long gone eyes.
In dry white,resonates
a previous mind.
A life picked clean
from flesh and bone.
A mortal body
to decompose.
Death,like wheat
the reaper sows.
To gather in
immortal souls.
Comments
<Deleted User> (13762)
Wed 16th Aug 2017 20:14
I like this Desmond. Welcome to WoL. In a strange way it reminds me of the poem I have just posted. I assume 'Harvest' is the title? If so, you can click Edit and add the title at the top of the Update Entry form if you so wish. All the best, Colin.
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DESMOND CHILDS
Wed 16th Aug 2017 20:21
Thanks for that Colin. Glad you like the poem. Thanks.