I sat hypnotically gazing
As the sun bled upon the horizon
My Heart, Mind, and soul grazing
On the birth of morn.
A torrent pool of blood
Flowing, streaming, bleeding
Into a vast azure flood
Fading into forgotten death
Bleached away until erased
Leaving only an eroding memory
As had predecessors faced.
Deceased to the birth of new.
© Jerry Langdon 2016
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