In The Cold Grey Musk Poem by Brett White

In The Cold Grey Musk



In the cold grey musk,
Our feelings must:
Shadow themselves,
Or forever else -
Slip'st past the Plains...
Where Imperial Games -
Of the Ancient Past,
Are relived at last.

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Brett White

Brett White

Fort Smith, AR
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