Richard Allen Beevor

Veteran Poet - 1,182 Points (23 March 1949 / London)

Grey Dawn And Choirs Sing - Poem by Richard Allen Beevor

Perfect people live in perfect houses
they have overgrown needs, minds without love.

Concrete roads sink in the mud,
soft cement turns to dust.

Solitude is sought in the early hours,
at peace they all wish to be.

As love comes alive in the new born day,
when its quiet at grey dawn and choirs sing.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 21, 2015



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