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by Logan
Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #2019261
A dreary poem for a dreary time of year!

Crossing paths in doorways
Needles. Haystacks. Barns.
In silence random noise plays
Orchestrating untold yarns
Fears left unspoken
Barns left never raised
A silence left unbroken
A beauty never praised
A brilliance dimly burning
As bushels lowly burn
Their absence noted turning
A ninja’s spin, a dancer’s turn
Subtle in the darkness
Yet clumsy all the same
Reckless in its absence
Yet present in the frame
As doors hinge on the open
Swinging slowly ever closed
Inside I feel broken
… and these thoughts lie unopposed
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