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Sep 2019
Sleep of the dead-
Grandfather's coat wrapt,
Body sunk into rock.

Deer nuzzle beard,
Fawn lies close
Sharing warmth.


Heat of fire rouses-
Underworld risen to
Surface-

Heaven's low pressure
Sinks to earth.

Loud clash
Angels
Demons-

Tumult of change...

What have we done?
Written by
Mike Adam  65/M/London England
(65/M/London England)   
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