All Hallows Eve

by Michael D Nalley   Oct 6, 2015


While waiting for fall to breathe
its very last breath
another poor child is reaped
by the grimness of death
holocausts of oktoberfests
await the harvest of the blest
praises are better left unsung
like a bell better left unrung

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  • 9 years ago

    by Shruti

    I like this very much. Sad and desolate....I love the strong emotions here...how you penned them beautifully in such wonderful verses.

  • 9 years ago

    by Cindy

    Great job on this very thought provoking piece.
    Take care Cindy

  • 9 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Oh my.....really this is beautiful...sad but beautiful, i admire your writing greatly for many reasons but mostly for the way you convey emotions and create atmospheres effortlessly.

    Nominated all day long.

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