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|The Passing (standard:poetry, 95 words)|
|Author: kendall thomas||Added: Oct 27 2005||Views/Reads: 1842/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|An abandoned house attracts the attention of a passerby.|
The Passing The wild honeysuckle has taken you where the rose wraps its cool arms about the fallen lattice. . Old, gray walls. Pitched roof. Myriad voices once haunted you. . The green, velvet-covered pond is silent, reflecting your demise. Weeds taunt you and vines explore where spiders hang their silver webs. . And this end, this quiet death, beneath withered trees, is the inevitable rejoining of hands that formed you, whose pride you were. . I alone deplore this passing, this brief flashing affirmation of mutual decay, here, in the countryside, you and I. Tweet
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