At this hour

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Life, a word in silence...

just as the whisper

of an absent wave

 

Night falls,

unable to grasp the vehement screams of plight;

bitter hope, as the hours,

pass inert

 

Exiled memories;

yesterday’s forgotten,

today’s furtive

 

At this hour, which I did not choose,

tombs bloom under the bloody grass,

knotting my tears

amidst indifferent glances

 

©Noris Roberts

despairInjustice

◄ In silence

It’s sufficient ►

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Rose Casserley

Tue 11th Sep 2018 23:48

lovely poem Noris and just as lovely to see you back again!






Rose ?

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