Remembrance In Frost
In the middle of a ruined parking lot
On doors in a vacant house
ancient walls softly speak
painted with eyes that seek
drifting columns of moonlight
and dusted holocaust
a quiet silhouette
Lingers on frozen clocks
Mark the remembrance in frost
of dreams in hours chime
Echoing for the loss
watching the forgotten
stand absent in the quiet doom
comes something
written by my hands
On doors in vacant room
In the middle of apocalyptic parting lot
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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