Silhouette, Hanging On Poem by Christopher Cariad

Silhouette, Hanging On



Till dusk, till dawn
our lives are gone.
A silhouette, hanging on
the mantle top’s mold.
A life is fading.
It’s lost its home…

Thursday, January 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: home
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