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- A Poem Lies Dying
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A poem lies dying
At the bottom
Of a prehistoric
limestone cave
Undiscovered, no
Footprints, human anyway
No papyrus to retrieve
For it is etched in blood
No bones nearby
Just a rattle of bats
Returning from the night
To perch in restless sleep
Written in a lost language
Crying out from the depths
With no one to listen
No one to understand
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Ashesh9over 9 years agoWith no one to listen...
No one to understand ....
Reminiscent of Walter de La Mare's eerily hauntin' The Listener ....5-ed.
