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Cold

Cold

A Poem by Douglas Lyle
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Created: February 2nd, 2004

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The ravens cried
When their friends had died
The golden treacheries
     Of their field party
The decaying wing spans
     Became the thing to see

 

 

Gloomy feathers stand
     Upon the gracious air

 

Black
Death
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© 2008 Douglas Lyle


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Douglas Lyle
Douglas Lyle

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