Death At Our Door
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the end is near
i sense it
i feel its breath
i hear its pulse
low hanging clouds
above our heads
ever so slightly hover
clipped by the shadow of its wings
otherworldliness circles
somewhat like a vulture
deliberate and devious
ready to pounce
as soon as we let go
submitted on December 10, 2020
contest 'It Feels Surreal'
sponsor: Nina Parmenter
originally posted on November 23, 2020
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2020
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