Who Cried
Hard
against
driven rain
poplars
silhouetted
upon
the
rising moon
Fleeting
so quickly
did it pass
a light
dark unity
in a painted
mist
the night pierced
by a cry
once again
death's
calling card
drops
by
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verse
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Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2013
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