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A Poem by Chris Sladic

The windows have recoiled in wonder

Warmth of weeks that end in waste

Browsed upon by hinds of wreckage

Like the dewberries in the dale

Dashed with drops of rain and thunder

Where the lovers flee in haste

Seeking sonnets in some acreage

Where their twinging sinews fail

Kites are hovering farther yonder

Where their master once released

Each to his share of sacrilege

Against the flights of wounded quail

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Added on October 15, 2014
Last Updated on October 15, 2014

I am a student and guitar teacher. I have written many poems and short stories that I'd like to share. more..

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