by FlowerBulletWaukesha, Wisconsin, USA
May 2013 263 Views 0 comments
The Question of Time
Migration drop the ashen cloak
the closing stages, a time of yore,
nestlings raring for the yellow dots rage.
The roast folds the carbon
diffusion release the form, a blade
oil and stone shave the steel.
Icy blanket of white death
emotional heat splits into factions, war
lifeless sword in the pale maroon frost.
the closing stages, a time of yore,
nestlings raring for the yellow dots rage.
The roast folds the carbon
diffusion release the form, a blade
oil and stone shave the steel.
Icy blanket of white death
emotional heat splits into factions, war
lifeless sword in the pale maroon frost.
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Posted: May 2013
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