Pitch Black
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sullen is this night
bearing the burden of toil
as footwalk grows bleak…
crushed weeds,
skeletal trees :
molussk and corn
wait not for anyone
while sandstones drift
mocking the...
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Categories:
footwalk, black african american, farm,
Form: Verse
A Gallary
...In search of greatness,we reclined in this forest_
In a world holding many lives,
Playing green with wet land.
We refuse the other world
Stretching one's legs on a couch
Squatting before this,...
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Categories:
footwalk, education, nostalgiaworld,
Form: Lyric
Mr. Eliot Are You Listening ?
...Madame Sosostris, the leaves are running away
With the springtime wind, into the University café,
Mr. Scogan, what prophesy of apocalypse do you bring?
The grass smells oh! so fresh and green
Bud...
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Categories:
footwalk, life, people, philosophy, universe,
Form: Blank verse