Dorsey Baker

Afterlife Is Living - Poem by Dorsey Baker

When its cloudy and
rainy and no sun
at the window
we watch the raindrops come-
When morning grass
is not wet with dew
we wait
for roses and skies of blue-
The blood of an eagle
refuses to drop
but time moves swiftly
and it never does stop-

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 24, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, June 25, 2012

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