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| | | | | Twilight quickens In the sweep of cloud Hastening towards the darkness Of night's heavy shroud Past the finger of the signpost Pointing the way Past the country church And down the lane Each dusk a little death to mourn Until the next new day is born © Kim M. Russell, 2015 | |
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| | | A stone is a stone.it's reached its final form,it's shrunk, it hasn't grownor gathered any moss, as long as it keeps rolling down an incline of some sort, unaltered, hard, solid, limestone, sandstone, marble, granite, a part of the Earth's crust.Kim M. Russell, 21st April 2025 It's Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, with... | ||