

Mystery Day
By the snowbitten cliffs
Above the ghostly docks
A pastel smudge of office light
Lifts the murky night.
Human beings like figurines
Begin their morning deeds
To ply their hearts and open up
The gift of opaque sky.
Mystery Day
By the snowbitten cliffs
Above the ghostly docks
A pastel smudge of office light
Lifts the murky night.
Human beings like figurines
Begin their morning deeds
To ply their hearts and open up
The gift of opaque sky.
I love the concept of Poems of Life and Death. I hope that you continue during a long time.