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Tag: Martin Shone

Clouds without rain

Clouds without rain
evaporate
into ghosts

Memories
eroded and forgotten
barren souls of bleached bone

The immortality of time
carries with it
life

That, moment
when rain explodes
with pungent echoes of its death

That, fleeting moment
when
you remember your own

ghosts

Bells

of bell ringings
and soft spoken clouds

of fresh brewed tea
and otherwise silent kisses
of those soft spoken clouds
with their tint of pink
their blush of night’s calling

of visceral grip
this mighty claw opens within
a horrid, almost beautiful
elation of empathy towards the soar
of the final moments
of the end of days

The evening draws
and here I sip tea
listening
to the bells

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