Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Where Is The Light

Death falls from this tree
like a world of dreams
from youth to man –
old branches…
lost leaves.

From vibrant green
to blown through storms
these bruised colours
on tarnished medals
and tattered flags.

From fall to spring
shadowed roots
now rotting –
dark minds unseen.


Where is the sun
and heartbeat
of summer –
where is the light
of tomorrows…


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