Oblivion Chill
Something in this autumn air
I like to call oblivion chill
beats my heart
into pulp fiction,
clasped inside my diction,
who can hear the heart
crying for its lost will
inside that unreal New York Square?
Copyright © Richard H. Dunsany | Year Posted 2017
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