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Cold Hearth

dry

leaves

tumble

in great thuds

of dreaded whispers

and alien chiming bells

but see, that hollow-eyed child  hears only discordance

and the gaseous emissions of hunger born in the bowels of a hearth long gone cold

Copyright © Celestine Nudanu
11/12/13

I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom

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