Iambic Evenings
I wandered through the testimony grand
Tones lingered frayed and went there way quite mad
I smiled and laughed with congruent dismay
The flowers wilt with tiny drops of steps
The skyness of the blackness comfort thee
When all is done and all is meant to be.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2010
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