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it is the evening of another day

It is the evening of another day

Swans in a kind of love call

Two ducks taking off

And I battered by the day

Bogged down by memos

Walk to the sound of a crow

As I snap dead twigs

Leaving an echo behind

I swim under the ice

And hope to come up breathing

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Categorized as Poems

By timmyconway

poet

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