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2008
plainsong
we wrestle with our angels and our demons in the night
and feel the fading scars in the burn of midday light.
so many conflict moments, so many promised acts.
so many points of judgement that compete unproven facts.
I wish things were much simpler, but plainsong is undone
by the colours of a spectrum far beyond a single sun.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
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Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
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1 observations:
I could really relate to this poem.
"I wish things were much simpler, but plainsong is undone"
This is so true!
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