In their dying in their shadows I will see your eyes. As the blood-flow of living things, dear white shells and white bone fall into the …
in their dying, in their shadows.
Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
In their dying in their shadows I will see your eyes. As the blood-flow of living things, dear white shells and white bone fall into the …
in their dying, in their shadows.
Melodramatic Physician 
Thank you for sharing my poem. I am grateful, humbled, and delighted that you liked it that much.
Thank you again. Words alone cannot express my joy and gratitude. ❤
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Thank you! It was so gorgeous and sad – it reminded me of the American west, cormac mccarthy, and “et in Arcadia ego” by poussin
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