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Wait For No Broom
The tides of dark wait for no broom
listening to the eye of the storm
with a pale of the poet's confessor
to sweep across rooftops and chimneys
with the howling of death's somber
and the sequestered shadow
emerging into your own man-made Hell
listening to the eye of the storm
with a pale of the poet's confessor
to sweep across rooftops and chimneys
with the howling of death's somber
and the sequestered shadow
emerging into your own man-made Hell
Published 14th Aug 2021
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14th Aug 2021 8:15pm
14th Aug 2021 8:33pm
15th Aug 2021 10:42am
Dear A,
Ominous and foreboding yet I really like the reference of your closing line. That indeed is very insightful and made me stop to think how true that can be, my own man made hell. H🌷
Ominous and foreboding yet I really like the reference of your closing line. That indeed is very insightful and made me stop to think how true that can be, my own man made hell. H🌷
15th Aug 2021 5:38pm
