Departure The clouds are slaked in iron casts And wrestle with the dark Luminescent clouds cling Orange and white with light Trees are standing stark The sun is disappearing into the unseen realm of sky Departing in all glory seen~ waving mute good bye With petticoats draped in frills of white... Sign in to see full entry.
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Trapped in lif'es surreal sleep Intimated by conscience, I weep Among the ashes of my childhood. Perhaps I understood .
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