Morning Of Mourning Poem by guillermo veloso

Morning Of Mourning



Let the cleansing winds come
With dust and one-legged birds
Over this darkening ground
Let the furrows across the fields
Left by this rusty blade and scoured by time,
Find seeds in the everyday despair and beauty of life
Night is ugly only to the fearful

Thursday, May 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: mourn
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