March 17, 2023
A HUNDRED POEMS – LXXV
WHAT fear that burns!
That all the eye can see
a morning bird upon a tree
such burning truth, that melody!
Sweeping morning clear the night
erasing visage of thick-white fog
and the mortal souls that fought
who is now lost within last night
upon this beautiful day
if mourning light i remember.
:: 06-13-2014 ::
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