Mirror of Rain
Rainfall ticks on a dreary lane
beneath tangled city posts--
wheezing through severed roots
and my veins quiver in a freeze--
this hour reminding me of her demise.
Fragment Of Life
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Copyright © Banjo Casto | Year Posted 2016
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