it was the night before the fall

it was the night before the fall
the dare walked unchallenged
through the halls of what not
see through was dream

remembering the dream
I tell myself
it is of no importance
why anyone will choose death

there are thoughts
that can move trees
there are men
capable of turning time to water




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-07-31 at 23:30

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