Hidden in a
midnight broom.
Sweeping
away those passing
memories
with the magick
of doom…
Flight of glories
soft silent memories
whisper stories
placed
upon ancient pillories..
TechnicalLies
chris jensen – Lost Poetry
Hidden in a
midnight broom.
Sweeping
away those passing
memories
with the magick
of doom…
Flight of glories
soft silent memories
whisper stories
placed
upon ancient pillories..
TechnicalLies
A lot of great things happening in this poem, Chris. I love the title, and these: “midnight broom. Sweeping,” “soft silent memories,” and “whisper stories.” Fantastic.
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Thank you….
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