Persofoni
Black comes in a mask of sorrow,
Shook by the thought that there's no tomorrow.
Black swallows whole the spirits' cries
And their darkness spreads across the skies.
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Taken from "Haunted"
26/05/19
Arbitrium Divisa Poetry Contest
Sponser: Gregory R Barden
Copyright © Jenny Dillon | Year Posted 2019
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