Coals Castle




There are castles of purest coal
festering ages of rusted iron toil
wisdom plays catch n call
with small birds, ( words)
playthings of the wind and mind
wakes eyes and that which no one saw
Knows the time and all the mines
are burning with your mortal soul
Brilliant castles of purest coal





Poetry by Charles Lezine
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Written on 2012-05-17 at 21:50

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you , Charlies , as former coal miner this work I can identify with .

Ken D Williams
2012-05-17