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RE: Drama that dreamt itself into being (original poetry)

in #dsound7 years ago

"We see faces that fade into the smoke of the grave.
We see tears that trace their pathway down a muddy slope
To fall into a river that flows into the sea."

Something really works with the wordplay of this stanza for me. I don't know what it is, but this stanza really stuck out and had such a nice flow to it. Good stuff