The Flavored Sky – Ken Allan Dronsfield

The sands of time
slowly drained down.
Each grain measured
a life, once so fine.
The Raven soared on
without making a sound.
In the distant twilight,
the church bell chimed,
a haunting melody which
echoed throughout the valley.
As the flavored sky danced…
my breath’s no longer mine.

© Ken Allan Dronsfield

Ken Allan Dronsfield, PhotoAbout the Author

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Poet from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma

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