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Smoked Future
Soft words spoken delicately
Beneath the shade of oak Casting voice, wondering stillness As the hazey screen of smoke Comes forth from yonder place To envelope us in dismal ways As the forest burn to dusk Making shadows in their blaze Burning exhaustion pouring down Finding fears that clear the crowd As whispered secrets spread The silent approach creates the shroud Masking violence, so brief yet fearful Placing fear in the willful heart Stay here for the time we have At least till our fates depart. I'm not really sure what I was intending by this but I know that I just felt like writing a poem and I"m wondering if people are interested in it and can really find what I was talking about, and if it is blatant, which it tends to be. |
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