The evening steps in through my backdoor
Like a visitor carrying dubious intents;
I stand here, in this backyard gazing at the last sun
Snatch away the red urn off the precarious day,
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an age drowns in the tumult of the blood-tinted sea. While the cold wind bring memories Of the faded visions of the myriad days..... web mause, guns, children, fear of the future, darkness, innocence, daughters........ you have really portrayed the facts of life in day today life. a very fine poem and very thoughtful.thank u dear poet.. tony
A very beautiful and thought inducing poem.