A Poet In The Dead Wind

A Poet In The Dead Wind

In time with then comes space

Travel s had gazed the passing memories

Images of noise with the pipes in form

Steel rumbles with even lines

Noise with the makings of the range

Up to the next wishes one fancies

It comes alone in actions of soul

With a ending journey s . . . . .

Written By – BLaine Robert Parker

Date Written – August 05 , 2016 A.D.

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