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A Broken Circle

Copyright 2012, DC Bianchino, All Rights Reserv
Bitter is the soil beneath the feet
That holds the dam in order to complete
A journey that begun with loves deceit
Holding on like time that holds the peat.
A quiet passing in the still….A dream
Bent upon the couplet in its seams.
Worthy of a note that’s caught between
Only for a night Auden leans.
For there upon the hill stones they stand
A place no one really understands
The why of what they stand for….understood.
But there they circle broken, holding;
Gone for good…

 

 

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