The peace could have been
A matter of fact
Lonely afternoon
With green streams smoothly
Surfacing, shadows
Facing the twilight,
And a kind of calm
Ready for night hours
Tagging alongside—
It went the hard way,
Past what could have been
Kind straight through wicked
To a liquidation
Of the placid risk
Were red blood in this drawings.
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