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poetry by j matthew waters

behind the darkest of days


dense fog rolled in
long before the awakening
muting streetlamps
seen as glowing orbs
dotted along lifeless streetscapes

behind the shroud
crows gather atop barren
unseen trees
calling upon a breakthrough light
delivering beacons of hope


december two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
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4 thoughts on “behind the darkest of days

  1. When only crows can deliver beacons of hope.. maybe it’s for real.

  2. “Hanging on to hope
    When there is no hope to speak of…”

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