Part seven
Darkness rolls across the summer grasslike threats of thunder.
Everyday perpetuates the illusion
of no beginning, no end,
every day fools continue
towards the home above the mist.
The dark shadow drool dominion,
claiming all of your days
in just one cloaked breath.
Crows and magisterial magpies
stare at the sunlit garden
where all is forever quiet.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2010-04-03 at 09:08
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