The sun may shine but all is dark stormy is life for the sick soul
No spring but winters gloom no love but festering moods of blackest night
With a sick-souls dead gaze a black pall spreads o’er all
nourished on poison all acrid and dark
a sole soul sick wanders the universe with cold stare poisoning the air with each breath out breathed the world doth turn the seasons circle on but for the soul sick no spring nor love nor happiness nor joyous glee till a transfiguration for he or she

Title Rodeurs de nuit
by c dean
Author Dean, Colin Leslie
Published Gamahucher Press, West Geelong, Vic, 2016
Pages 22
Subject Poetry
ISBN 9781876347813



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