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The mares of night
Thunder ‘cross the skies,
Thousand volts lightning bolts
At their heels;
Clouds light up
Faces of the dead
And the chandelier falls to the ground
Without a sound.
Bedlam rules the world
While Hope hides away
Waiting for the day,
For the sun to rise
In the eastern skies
And wash our souls…
Time is running out ~
Running-running-running ~
Racing towards the new world.
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©Denise G Allen, 15 February 2014 05:39
