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The Mime, The Dancer and The Rat

by Maria Kintner

It seems as though
too many candles are being blown out,
and the world is shrinking in the darkness.

Not enough candles are being relit to
show the paths ahead.

We are approaching Dusk.
The Sun longs to set.

This lifetime will see
the impending Night.

What worries me, is how long it will last

10/18/2007

Posted on 10/18/2007
Copyright © 2024 Maria Kintner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/19/07 at 02:16 AM

You don't know how well I hear you.

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