~ A Fart in Winter It was freezing. We could have bargained for oil, Or even dug for coal; Conflicts could have gingered us. We may burn from attacks But as we live, in silence, The air’s colourless fire… Read More ›
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Death – A Poem by m.a. wood
Originally posted on HoneybeeWood:
Even the graveyards grow lonely, stones and bones that fail to sing, the hearts that will not pound. It is night, night, night, so black we can not see, as though we are blind inside our…
