The Cohort, by Rob
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It is a cacophony, a sound like never before.
I can feel it in my chest out to the very tips of my
fingers.
A great cohort in chorus.
I can not make a move.
To men it heralds work; and then signals soldiers to war.
It is not before me, yet it is in plain sight, mindful of my
thoughts.
A great cohort in chorus.
Long may my courage hold.
Its life endless, it is as none; not even time can tell.
Both light and dark, cold and warm, secret, yet known to
each and everyone.
A great cohort in chorus.
Hear them sing to us all.
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Posted: 2007-10-30 16:09:09 UTC |
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2007-10-31 09:57:13 | Rob |
I wrote this yesterday in about 25 minutes. I liked it then but now not so much. |