Posted: November 6, 2013 in Ramblings of a sober Poet
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Dancing alone
To the music of shadows
Something dead rots away inside him
The music stops
He sits quietly
Enduring the stench
He knows…
Tomorrow flowers will blossom

©Richard Quaz Roodt 2013

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  1. brian miller says:

    out of death, out of rot
    there is life.

  2. claudia says:

    ah – good to have that stripe of hope on the horizon…esp. in tough times..

  3. Like that he can see the beauty of tomorrow,

  4. There is always hope from there flowers will bloom.

  5. i like the optimistic note in the end.. the image itself is great.

  6. Mary says:

    I like that this poem ends on a hopeful note!

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