by Simon | |
Published on: May 1, 2004 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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With passing tears And sorrows tear Like lighten light In distant night And thunderstorm In fire form Spreading shield With bitter sheet Life is lost And time is loose Times of thought With deeper touch And life was left In time to lift But alas the onus of impediment Struck death with endless plague It fallen, it falling, it falling It is the last call. « return. |