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l a v e n d a r . . . g a t e . . . .
the snow was falling
like a gate
the bulb was burning full o fhat
the door was open
just ajar
the tracks were leading
but not far
no one there to run
the car
no light turned off
the storm was far
the snow crept in
and melted fast
the flakes kept falling
dark to last
no one now speaks
of things
left past
when winter nights
come flurry seek
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Comments
Esker
Sun, 2012-12-16 23:02
experimentalisms in view..of madness..the new court world realms
a door closes
a world weeps
the machinery hums and the sky is lavender
Ice is falling tonight
and I too am wondering of the new world
the forecast end of this
watching all
feeling a deep breath
taken
and let softly out
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