Dead white
5 January 2011
Beads of sweat dripping
Weight of years of misery
A pigeon singing
Peace in the bitter cold night
Would a heart finally find?
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The white shroud falling
Lost is the joy once to be
In death’s prevailing
Disappearing in dead white
With no destiny in mind
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