Away

time is ticking -
if I listen closely
I can hear it; in the distance
a horn's mournful notes have begun to play -
forlornness wafting to my ear cannot drown what I fear. . .
sweet life t r i c k l i n g . . . . . a w a y
For Line Gauthier's Bite Size Poem no.44 Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
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