Submitted by hitalot879
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In a poor house under a bridge
staggers three rocks and a current flowing
water trickling down;
horizon in the clouds
a shroud filled with noise
good cause to learn,
they were their from the beginning
certainly until the end
my mind is clearer now
the watching the waiting
to equate logic with fear
all draw ever so near
sadness said through a cloud
torn fetters a heaven approaches
perhaps we have been here before
willing to share willing to care
falling ivy dew
gives cadence to the simple
a thread of remorse loose through its tapestry
Poet's Corner 
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