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Micro-Poetry #17

Like the lone tree stood on the brow of hill – The towering crowds of terror fulfill, The truth, The torture; The binding lonesome bones Shall befall the hillside as the winds start to groan.  

Searing Heat

  How hath the searing heat floundered the water? How hath time halted in purer sands? How does flame spawn son and daughter? Why dare sea neglect outstretched hands?   November glint, Triumph’s conquest: Fuelling the floundering flames, Participating in destiny’s games: Becoming one with the world; Stifling the turmoil within.  


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