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Saturday, September 22, 2012

before the fall



Dreams dance with the crackle of the fire
Thoughts rise with the plumes of smoke
Memories of her sway with the flames
The tears of time pool at my feet

As the weight of the night presses upon my essence
My broken heart flows thru my pen…
Words like blood dripping from my soul
The only regret that I will ever have
is that I did not see her beauty one last time…
…before the fall.

© Sept 22, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

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