Neil Kennett Poems

On a cold moonless night
Somewhere near London,
The wind whistled fast
Through the hair of a gunman
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You run,
To the ends of the earth and back,
Your mind reacts,
Your heart beats faster,
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It starts
with a lump in the throat
or a scar on the heart,
Fading embers of beauty
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Late night, dislocated Sun
The street's embrace and soothing trace
of passers-by long passed away
There's something soothing about the cold
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