Remorse Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Remorse



Crows call the host
of morning,
when light will dominate
her day.

The hard, unblinking eye
of thought
will sift the night
of her decay.

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Sally Plumb Plumb

Sally Plumb Plumb

Haverhill Suffolk England
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