Bones That Rattle
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Bones
Bones that rattle
Skeletons whose few
Remaining teeth tremble
vibrating:
smoke that is the fruit
of chill and frost
December
Trees
Shorn of their pride and
Humbled:
Streets strewn with sere leaves
And sliding rain waters
Snow occasional and
Rare
Clocks in church
Desolate
Closed after the vespers
Trembling walls
Dreaming
Of ancient centuries:
Bones
Bones that rattle
Skeletons whose few
Remaining teeth tremble
vibrating:
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş