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FRAGMENTS

War
I know not the meaning of that word;
although, somehow it conjures up a dream
I had once in the depths of niqht,
it was an ugly dream that lingered
longer than I wanted, in my mind ....

The hills were blacken and the waters stained;

the towering cities on the plain
Were jagged horrors beneath the sultry sky;

then I could see a pall of smoke
drifting across the trampled ground
and far off, at the world rim, fire ....

The dream shifted, and I saw
a face that knew too much
and could not speak to me
or weep, even
for' what was lost.

Jan Shell

ON THE BRIDGE

I stood upon the bridge
And watched the ebony current

Sweep ceaselessly past
Into the infinite grey mist.
A summer' shattered with the

resonance of a thousand songs,

And all around

The crystallized world broke
And drifted with the current of the past,

While I stood silently by. Skyler Durand

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