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Poetry
Saturday, October 10, 2009
The Window
a fortress in the desert,
appearances misleading.
mapped like any fortress
effectiveness receding
stop!
where once was rich land
is now but burnt sand.
empty it stands
guard of no man’s land
wait!
a fallen priest
pause…
purpose deceased
silence.
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