DaylightA Poem by Max Meunierin days of dust where muted martyrs dull, broken banter skies loom strewn the passive ardor a hand lay cold when dusk came sweeping © 2016 Max MeunierReviews
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1 Review Added on September 11, 2016 Last Updated on October 4, 2016 Tags: max, meunier, poetry, existence, observation, entropy, introspection, humanity, life, death Author
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