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Ballad By The Fire

Rating: 2.9

Slowly I smoke and hug my knee,
The while a witless masquerade
Of things that only children see
Floats in a mist of light and shade:
They pass, a flimsy cavalcade,
And with a weak, remindful glow,
The falling embers break and fade,
As one by one the phantoms go.

Then, with a melancholy glee

To think where once my fancy strayed,
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Savita Tyagi 11 January 2018

Dry nice poem with a touch of mythology weaved in.

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Edward Kofi Louis 11 January 2018

A filmsy cavalcade! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 11 January 2018

We wonder what new danger there is in store for us, and we begin to feel nervous and anxious but as told life is a game and that must be played as one by one the phantoms go..........very well composed and inspiring

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Terry Finch 11 January 2010

I like his style and he reminds me of some other poet, though I'm not sure just who.

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