At No Time
A love poem for what was.
Can you see it,
That star?
It is us.
Long away,
From a time gone,
But not in a need to die just yet.
To keep a hold of what was
As it was too much,
Too good to
Let go
Just yet.
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181 Keeping Watch
Each day she watched through her window. Watched? Perhaps an exaggeration: a monochromatic nuclear aftermath remaining of the world, blurring into a blindness--loss of contrast and depth of field. Achromatic aberrations displayed a waste-scape stratified in grays.
By Gerard DiLeo3 days ago in Fiction
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This is absolutely beautiful