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The petals white
by Keith D AllisonIn the hands of twisted night
falling of the snow
motion moves the sadness
of empty halls
whispers, whispers of the shadows walk
the horn of brass
Trimble's time
freeze the water
no flow
of heart
do not move as the stars do
mourn
as the dry flowers dew
10/25/2009 Posted on 10/26/2009
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/26/09 at 04:47 PM ... excellent! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/26/09 at 05:52 PM I think this: "do not move as the stars do/mourn/
as the dry flowers dew" is simply superb. It is gentle, but full of true feeling, and compassion. Thanks for this. Delighted.
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