Nov 11, 2013, 5:54 PM

The Scene 

  Poetry » Landscape
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Faded to grey
And into the lake
I await my death
And wait the water’s break
As the wind blows severely
The mind shows vividly (the scene):
Faded picture –
Me onto the ground
Back to black, assured;
Listening to the sound…
But I’m actually here,
Different, hurt and giving in… ...

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