In The Darkness

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A place of tired dreams. 

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In The Darkness     -     25 Apr 20 

Shuttered world 

Musty cobwebs festoon 

Random corners 

Collecting dust 

In the darkness 

A nursery rhyme 

Chants itself with 

A husky sore voice 

Nothing sings along 

No words disturb 

And in the silence 

The cobwebs are still 

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A little disturbing perhaps. 

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