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Thursday, November 25, 2021

Black Time

Black times shine through 
Out from the days
Into the empty nights
Bragging their nonsense
With dreams and colored visions
That never can be possessed

I am tears that wait
To be brushed away
By a welcome finger
Not my own that reap
The sorrow of golden days
That never came together

The descent into this morning
Of promises begins lifeless
Seeds of caution expect
Their blooms of change
Overloaded with pillars
Of racing sun caught wild

Barry G. Wick

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