I
like how the old poems speak
Abstract
images of love and death
Smoldering
black stallions
So
furiously galloping
Rising,
rain-swollen rivers
Running
over their banks
Soaring
swallows calling
Suddenly
diving earthward
Fast
chariots crashing
Throwing
out pharaohs
Tall
stone walls crumbling
Into
wide piles of rubble
Frothing
surges of
Blue
ocean swells
Timid
deer taking
Shy,
hesitant steps
Wind
howling through
Bare-limbed
black trees
Abstract
images of love and death
I
like how the old poems speak
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