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Aphotic Day

Poetry By: Giorgio

Odd time to submit a virtue,
where winds underline empty,

A killed soldier's poem

Submitted:Jun 15, 2012    Reads: 2    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Aphotic day

Aphotic day, apt to confront
your own failures and engage
in battles a loss is an adage,
or a subscription to far beyond.

Odd time to submit a virtue,
where winds underline empty,
your solitude and war hefty,
where dangers declare untrue.

Concealed day, a wind ringlet,
rotates scopes - just to care,
path is kissing this odd pair,
Hades and an accessing bullet.

Sentry guard to one odd link,
could be a next century yon,
prowess insists on lost agon
your far stars on Dome blink;

Then the bullet closer speeds,
to love you in angelic pastures,
on loved meritorious captures,
that crown only manly deeds;

It is the dark trees breathing,
a threading of killed soldiers,
shriveled shot in dark hollers,
Destinies annul your sheathing.

With each year to annunciate,
a quietus smile, coal vastness,
an odd light spread dampness,
is dew drops on your tomb slate.

Copyright © G. V.06.015.2012
/ © PoemHunter 31550045


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