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In the early morning
Wizened voices fall silent
For the re-birthing of life
Gone for awhile
Are the problems of man
The bloodshed, hunger and strife
In the afternoon time
The world rushes about it's way
Like rats in a shrinking trap
Nature's rhythms are hampered
Her magic is tampered
And man rules the whole of the map
In the evening
Shadow falls
But time reverts to at it's birth
And the moons brings her light
Beaming and bright
To the bowers of the sky and the earth
Peace,
Steve Sheen
Anonymous
July 22 2005, 04:36:42 UTC 6 years ago
Hey now cool you
Hi steve,Nice poem. Hey I did not recognize the image of the day did I do that?
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