In The Melting Hours

A sighing whisper of the ripe cluster of masonries,

The corroded domes dipped in retiring light

Dunked dry in orange sweat.

I ponder in weariness,

Shrinking myself to surrender

And just how seasons come and stay,

I have dissected moods governing the day.

At this hour –

A gloomy outroar.         

◄ Ode To The Aurora

Growing Up ►


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Mon 14th Jan 2019 06:54


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jan oskar hansen

Mon 14th Jan 2019 06:52

excellent poem

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