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Oct 2024
the ancient elder
softly dawn came
mother cried
her gentle autumnal dreams
squandered

bare branch bird
the bell of november
Fathers spent silence


Loves lost chance  
the proximity of ancient sadness
Heads bowed
the moon crumbled
Written by
antony glaser  61/M/croydon
(61/M/croydon)   
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