poetry

There was

a poem

here.

It's gone now.

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I look out from my window, watching well

The sunset as it paints the sky aflame,

And limns the seashore and each foaming swell

Of waves once blue, now red as blushing shame. 

For I have seen the crumbling age of stone

When living and once-living things are gone

The rot has claimed them, now the rock alone

Shall lose its carvèd forms of star and swan. 

The blooms once bright with color soon shall fade,

The leaves once green and gleaming fall away. 

There was

a poem

here.

It's gone now.

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There was

a poem

here.

It's gone now.

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You dread

Death

Yet resent

Life.

And thus

We bade

Our farewell to arms.

Your darkness

Pales

Compared to mine

Abyss.

There was

a poem

here.

It's gone now.

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(S)words r(a)ising

'Gainst bitter win(d)s.

Our a(r)mour

There was

a poem

here.

It's gone now.

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