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Moons and seasons
are not like fallen time.
Fallen faces do not crawl up
from the slope of yesterday.
But the evil that left a scar on time,
often return as nemesis
or may fall her curtains
against the will of a fare mind.
But why would time
vomit her swallowed pain
against an innocent day?

Sunday, November 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: seasons
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