The orange gourd rattles in a spectral sky
Shadowed shrouds of mist from icy fields fly
Heaven’s hollow dome coldly echoes a strange cry
Dreams once hopeful wingless by dark stones lie.
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by Kevin Trammel
The orange gourd rattles in a spectral sky
Shadowed shrouds of mist from icy fields fly
Heaven’s hollow dome coldly echoes a strange cry
Dreams once hopeful wingless by dark stones lie.
_________________
by Kevin Trammel
I love this.
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Thank you Elaine, I’m glad you did. It’s always really pleasing to hear that something one’s written has brought something of value to another. Thanks.
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