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Age of Emptiness
By midnights voice
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In an age of emptiness
In the ways of nonsense
The meaning of life
Is meaningless
If we stand
Do we each alone
Single thoughts under
Single days and nights
"The fertile fallow furrows
fleeting under flurries of freshly fallen snow"
Fer sures . . .
Are we the huskless stalks
Shivering in the wind
Row upon row
Thousands upon thousands
Going nowhere
And no where to go
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Copyright 2016 midnights voice
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Author's Note:
We are surrounded by others just like us but how close are we really .Comments on "Age of Emptiness"
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A former member wrote:
Extremely thought provoking, the authors note was key. Excellent ink
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On Saturday, June 3, 2017, PoetessDarkly
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super ink!
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On Friday, June 16, 2017, midnights voice
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Thank you Poetess Darkly for reading .
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