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'A Winding Water's Edge'

          I dream of death and decay, 
of doom, dirt and dust;
             waltzing among wintry, 
windswept graves wretched. 
   My refrain and rhapsody ragged,
                 my agony and anguish aches;
                       then, I am falling, 
fathomless and fearful; 
          I wake by a winding water's edge,
  weeping under a whimsical weeping willow . . . 

March 25, 2019

Poetry/Alliteration/'A Winding Water's Edge'
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1164-410-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Written for the Standard Contest 620
sponsor, Brian Strand

Second Place

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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