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The Scream
( for Edvard Munch )
A Poem by:
Michael Hillmer
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Crossing the bridge
Far from home
The sun, it's setting fast
I feel a breath of sadness pass.
The sky's crying red
And I am tired as death
Looking out across flaming clouds
Hanging like blood
Over deep, rushing water.
Time, it's running out
The long dead glow
Before night falls--
An anguished scream
Knifes through nature.
Michael Hillmer
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