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The end or the beginning

by Keith D Allison

The breath of the stars has cast its light,
like sugar upon the night,
fleeting moments touching life,
songs of glory,
tears opening graves,
trimble now for stories past,
Gardens, drowned in the depths of water,
the tongue dry upon the parched ground,
the heart hears the roar,
that leaves the forest black,
changing now the seasons,
may its whispers,
granting, you time,
within, without the endless fire,
the places its wrath upon the sky,
with open eyes,
fear not, the pain of the coming ice,
for this is the place of the dark Angel’s wings,
in the coming days of scarcity,
your bag of beans and a bowl of rice,
to a child’s tears of hunger,
may you know,
the creator’s,
gift

07/29/2018

Posted on 07/29/2018
Copyright © 2019 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/09/18 at 04:54 AM

Apocryphal as I imagine the people in California and Colorado are feeling right now.

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