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A silent “thank you” calling me / like a ghost in my hollow past, / singing of the things that shall be / painted in the evening contrast.
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My memories have turned silent / in the rain of my frozen tears. / These winds still remain violent, / Painting this world with darkened fears. / By each common word my heart hears, / it beats to the dawn of our pas
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by Steven Beesley (c) published 16th August, 2005
Another Fine Day (Huitain):by Steven Beesley 12 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 12 9:02 PM 2005. In Nature, Huitain, Formed Poetry, Poetry Form
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