Avenge These Disappointments
When shadows take you by the hand
seek the nature of the game
When pale riders steal your dreams
and mist is on your land
hold on to your mind
as the silent streets prevail
The avenues you walk with reeds
No more will be heard of you
whilst you Sunday picnic
and your dustbin flew away
and the skies open
Avenge these disappointments
make for your own secret place
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2022
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