Quintessential Consequences
Apr 22, 2011
Last Legs
The dogs have left you,
run away
to find a better master.
The sun grows dimmer
when it hangs
above your sorry home.
The river catches
its own breath
and loses all its luster.
And travelers never
stop, they all
continue down the road.
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April 22, 2011 at 6:50 PM
I like the last stanza the best
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I like the last stanza the best
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