Who could harken his voiceStretched at length like thin wind,Dirtied by speech, unclear and obscure,If not the groaning vaults above him, the Heaven across the pearly gates?What would give a glimpse of his continence,Pain-stricken and saddened by the dark,Unforeseen and unbeknownst to the TimeCalled upon by misfortunes.If Heaven were to be asked what could carryContinue reading “Home”
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Silence At Night
Slow at night I think Silence far-reaching and deep Enlivened by the breath of nightThe moon kissed by blight. As I think deep, shadow travels,In the backyard it lingers,Spirals into this close range,And I become what a fenceTo guard this tiny home. Copyright: Welkin Siskin
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