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About This Poem
Hollow Clearing
A hollow, showering light throughout itself
Breaking apart the scene shows how it’s gone down
Broken the life of the clearing not yourself
Eerie the time of the night delves like a gown
A shroud appears from the depths of the darkness
There’s nothing that fire can hold or sure harness
Calmness it is not, blanket of noise exists
Screaming the spot caresses, I’m clenching fists
Russell Sivey
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