Dead WorldA Poem by Robert WilsonThe first line says it all...
There's beauty in the eye of dissolution
Grey clouds hang like nooses Lynching those who wish to dream Brittle trees blow in the blue wind The branches rain down onto the dead world Giving new life to figures in black Fragments of roses were scattered across the land Angelic tears washing a homely ground But the wind has dried that all away Time is burning like a cigarette Its smoke crawls towards the sky And fades away into nihility A lone man rests on a mountaintop Watching life die like a wounded horse Waiting for the night to kill the day © 2008 Robert WilsonReviews
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Added on September 27, 2008AuthorRobert WilsonMorgantown, WVAboutRead my writing. It will tell you all you need to know. more..Writing
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