The Age Of Days Poem by Ken Moore

The Age Of Days



A warm Glare cuts absence
Prejudice the tides course
Servitudes commotion
Schedules Argument subsides
The fluid rumble ends
gloaming declines to obscurity
Beam the Specter of dreams liberty
Sole Interrupter of ages persistence

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