Saturday, October 3, 2009

A child's game beneith the full moon


Behind the grave they waited
to be seen in the autumn night
softly held in each young mystery
though they are close to death
this is far from their thoughts.

post modern verse

Behind the tomb was waiting
Can be seen on the night of fall
Quiet, held in each little mystery
Is close to death even if
It is far from my thoughts.

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