Category: Poetry
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The road sings low key A barely audible soliloquy Beneath the diesel’s solemn growl Sun sinks behind trees Horizon is lost And foreground focuses Blacker than…
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A worn, dark, overcoat Of twilight hangs On a new day’s dawn As Summer hurries into Autumn And August’s passion is spent In one last…
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Night’s work done Morning Sun bursts on Caffeine starved eyes
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