First


First there was an after,
then there was no more.

The January sun tolls swiftly,
rolling over ghosts of long-gone seas.

The day is a bird's speckled sphere,
stretching its bright windy beak.

First there was an after,
then there was no more.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-01-15 at 16:33

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GB
Hi ! ... I like this ... I do ! Well versed ... Cheers ! ......... Glen ( GB )
2006-01-15