We Must Part

A Poem by A.A.Romanczuk

The song of the wren
Bores through the soul-house
Leaving behind gaping wounds
As the rain sifts through thoughts
Rabid, dying, screeching, aching
Hounds

© 2011 A.A.Romanczuk

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Lilly Negoi

and no other words were needed...

Posted 13 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Crowley

Damn....thats a hell of a storm laced tight in only 6 lines. Nature and fury are old bed buddies. Nice job.

Posted 13 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robin

metaphorical melancholy steeped in the tears of agony

Posted 13 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on May 18, 2011
Last Updated on May 18, 2011

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A.A.Romanczuk

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“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” - Oscar Wilde Feel free to check out my first publis.. more..