Ruins
And tonight
the stars
are deep
in the March
dark and cold,
the distant skies,
sparkling, each
in diamonds
of time,
yet still
in the heavens,
of the past
that winter continues
to tightly hold.
For beyond
and above,
what lies below,
across the forest
the edges,
shimmering
in blues,
opalescent
and silver greys,
the abandoned
rooftops,
the crooked,
sagging,
and unanswered
telephone lines,
the church steeple,
points at the clock
the tower,
the forgotten echoes,
the hourly life
of abandoned
and former
times.
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