ContourA Poem by Jawn Smiss
Ranging styles of edging shadows
Sit loudly on the contour Light drips softly over the border Of what once was a playing ground Thin shafts of gray still produce the noise Muted in the awe of time. © 2016 Jawn Smiss |
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Added on July 8, 2016 Last Updated on July 8, 2016 |