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Silent Tears From The Corner
by Rob Krabbe 1998 The rose, soft and sweet, it’s silk pedals crest, the wings of my flight from the nest, dark and fallow. The flight, disguised as freedom. the end of my dreams, the sands fall to sand though the light seems far from coming. The sand, brooding, smothers the tailings of life, the [...]
Apr 16th, 2012
Old Poetry, Poetry
The Watchman of the Night
© 1977 Rob Krabbe High above the surface, hung in vacant skies. Lost in deafening silence, the deepest cries, “It’s so cold here.” Deep in the circle, white is white and bright, is night. Cast away into a world quiet and serine. Sweet beauty. I know, most will never know, this kind of peace. Complete [...]
Jul 20th, 2011
Old Poetry, Poetry
