The Fewer Void Poem by welkin siskin

The Fewer Void



The vineyard is dismal with no flowery smiles of light;
The green and the mead
are touched by the rain of summer;
The cloud has tattooed the skies of the East.
Ah, the ball of light
... A passionate glow it shines
Awaiting a day to break through the dark,
The dismal and the dusky blockade of the unknown

Thursday, October 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: void
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