Of Suns Below the Arch of Stone.
By TheProphetUntold
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Sown.
In meadows no one knows,
there is an arch of stone.
Wading slowed sun-streams of yellows,
forsaken and overgrown.
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Below great pillars of sorrow,
unbowed by swells of merigold,
goes the hope of all morrows.
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Copyright 2016 TheProphetUntold
Published on Monday, January 11, 2021.
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