Love Comes From Within Poem by John W. McEwers

Love Comes From Within



I sense the winds blowing
Through the crevasse
Of my canyon.

Where art thou?
Art?
Where?

Within, the coyote,
He feeds,
On the carrion.

Without,
He bleeds,
For thee.

Saturday, August 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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