Out Of LightA Poem by Rosalind Gale
The cracks in my hands are black -
As I mourn everything you once were. The fireplace is sunk in ash, All clocks have struck dead - Our house pales As the cold blunt sun dies With me. © 2014 Rosalind Gale
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