English poetry, Mindful

Natural Passing


A shadow was walking,

As if in stalking,

The world mocking,

The chants melting,

The looks frightening,

The moods shaking,

The way breaking,

Everything goes freezing,

Then it goes sinking,

Becoming a limp sliding,

A wind that’s passing!

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