Why So Sad
an evening
bell
tolls,
tugs
at the
heart:
the Autumn mist
obstructs
clarity
of thought,
hides
the clutching
hands:
irony
treads
its way
through
the forest
of yesterdays...
...forgotten..
...but..
still
mirrored
in my
mind
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2018
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