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Feb 2018
Thin, cold air,
bright sunlight.
Faint clouds border pale,
empty skies.
Ancient stones lie tumbled.
Vast, silent ruins
of a forgotten age.

An iridescent beetle
scuttles down
through cracked strata.
What cataclysm occurred here?
What distant cosmic dream
became unspeakable
nightmare?
Sit down, fast runner . . .
Al Drood
Written by
Al Drood  M/North Yorkshire
(M/North Yorkshire)   
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     victoria and Lawrence Hall
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