The Sunlight Breathes

the sunlight breathes 

night is an ally
bringing sleep 
and peace

a hole in your mind

the city moves

writers, traders, sailors
preachers dead in books
no one looks
at the crumbling, jagged
worn headstones
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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November 12, 2013 at 7:18 PM
i really like the way you penned this piece...it makes the reader ponder some thoughts ...i do however look at worn headstones... they fascinate me, good write...i will have to read more from you :) hugs
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October 22, 2013 at 5:02 AM
- Nice poem , Alex. - .. like it very much. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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November 11, 2013 at 8:04 PM
Thanks.
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